14 mars 2012

He could see out onto the Hudson, a strip of Riverside, down to the Soldier's and Sailor's Monument, and along, to the skeletal span of the George Washington Bridge lit up in the misty distance. Naked girders and stacked up slabs of concrete surrounded the body of another half-made building. It looked like an exposed ribcage. All bones and wounds too deep and too wide for it to live. Life in negative. Where life was being poured into it, it looked as if the towering skyscraper was caving in and dying on its shaky feet.

ur Secret Life of Colors av Steve Savile

3 kommentarer :

  1. ... All bones and wounds too deep and too wide for it to live. Life in negative. Where life was being poured into it, it looked as if the towering skyscraper was caving in and dying on its shaky feet ...

    Idag är en sådan "Snusmumriken dag" och då faller ord ovan på rätta plats. Nu skall jag ta på mig min gröna hatt, sitta en stund på verandan och prata med tystnaden.

    Tack för citatet!

    SvaraRadera
  2. Ren fucking poesi!

    Ser fram emot en eventuell recension...

    SvaraRadera
  3. Mm, jag tycker om hans språk! Organiska språkmetaforer är den bästa sorten

    Du borde testa att mejla Savile om Skrattande pojkens skugga, han bor i Stockholm.

    Recension kommer! Läser ung. sex böcker samtidigt nu så det tar lite tid

    SvaraRadera