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[title] => 70,000 WORD RUN-ON SENTENCE!
[time] => 2005-11-12 21:10:24
[hometext] => JAZZ! JAZZ! JAZZ!
[bodytext] => from The Exclamation Point! (a 70,000 word long run-on sentence) By Wolf Larsen …the drums crashed and echoed through the concrete and glass valleys of Manhattan – drums crashing down buildings and splintering highways into crying asphalt – the drums hurtling trucks and cars to the neon heavens, the drums eating the oceans and splashing the mountains into falling ash and debris clouding over the planet, while the lonely piano drifted gloomily through the night and the bass birthed rhythm crying softly through the centuries while the human race colored the music with a labyrinth of passions, and the saxophone kept birthing the words and the bass formed them into phrases and the piano keys splintered the phrases into running words and no one was quite sure.. and no one was quite sure.. and piano keys kept creating words that ran around and around the urban maze piano keys that crashed and fornicated and birthed pregnant sentences that grew into centuries and the trumpet laughed and laughed until he went blind with the music, and the music became a neurotic orchestra that cried and shouted and pleaded with furious history that drifted and crashed and screamed with vengeance while the trumpet played and soared with the saxophone and no one was quite sure.. and no one was quite sure. . . and with the onslaught of the thrashing drums empires fell down and crashed into ruins while the saxophone sang their eulogy and mankind became one with the orchestra and fell and rose with the tormented violins and the french horn sounded an ominous note and the people looked around unsure. . . no one was quite sure. . . and everyone ran ahead hurriedly to their deaths with the violins who screeched disturbance. . . screeched disturbance. . . and the saxophone played irresistible death and the trumpet leered and the saxophone ran away the sax ran all over the painting attacking color with music, and the drums thundered WA!R WA!R and the drums thundered WA!R WA!R and everyone was so happy and everyone was so happy. . . and the saxophone spoke and birthed God and creation and the angels who came running out of that sax and the drums crashed the big bang smashing into planets and birthing clouds and sun and atmosphere, while the drums rained down on the human race which was born by the copulation of the tenor sax and the trumpet frolicking through the heavens and seducing all the angels, and the trumpet laughed again and seduced the piano who played softly oh so softly while the saxophone screeched and howled and birthed WARS and genocide and the people weren’t quite sure. . . they just weren’t quite sure. . Copyright 2004 by Wolf Larsen. All Rights Reserved. That was an excerpt from the 70,000 word run-on sentence called The Exclamation Point! Wolf Larsen dreamed up the idea of writing a run-on sentence while sitting in a café in Amsterdam, Holland. Wolf, a white man with blond hair and blue eyes, later wrote The Exclamation Point! while he was living in a tenement in Harlem, New York City. This amazing run-on sentence begins in a crowded public square in Bahia, Brazil and then the run-on sentence races all over the world! This run-on sentence is about living and traveling all over the world, working as a seasonal worker in Alaska, the avant-garde arts scene in New York City, and other aspects of Wolf Larsen’s life as well. Read more of The Exclamation Point! at http://www.secretwebsites.com/American_literature.htm Excerpts from The Exclamation Point! and Wolf Larsen’s other works have been published in literary magazines. You may now buy The Exclamation Point! at Amazon.com or other online book retailers. Wolf Larsen is an adventurer, novelist, playwright, and poet. He has traveled through 45 countries in Latin America, Europe, the Middle East, and Asia. To pay for his travels Wolf worked as a seasonal laborer in Alaska. Wolf has lived in Chicago, Wisconsin, New York City, Ecuador, Honduras, Brazil, and Peru. Wolf has written four novels, six collections of poetry, a play, a run-on sentence, and a screenplay. His two autobiographical novels are Unalaska, Alaska and Travel Around the World? Why Not?! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 550 [topic] => 68 [informant] => WolfLarsen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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