[New-Poetry] All aboard!

[Anny Ballardini]

Mistake, his ear is to the ground, not to the round - sorry.

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I'm on _The Road_ (his most recent?) now due to a discussion on him at the
beginning of the week. It's very much like the trilogy of 20th-century
western stories but mixed with luminous prose (like that of _Suttree_)
welling through the bleakness occasionally (but there all the time as well).
I can't imagine finding another McCarthy book that I love as much as
_Suttree_  but the first thirty-five pages of _The Road_ is making it easier
to so conceive. Wow.



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Careful Anny, you might get me hooked to Cormac McCarthy.



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>From Suttree by Cormac McCarthy:



A whippoorwill had begun to call and with his ear to the round this way he
began to hear the train too. A star arced long and dying down the sky. He
raised his head and looked toward the house. Nothing moved. The train had
come on and her harpiethroated highball wailed down the lonely summer night.
he could hear the wheels shucking along the rails and he could feel the
ground shudder and he could hear the tone of the trucks shift at the
crossing and the huffing breath of the boiler and the rattle and clank and
wheelclick and couplingclacking and then the last long shunting on the
downgrade drawing on toward the distance and the low moan bawling across the
sleeping land and fading and the caboose clicking away to final silence. He
rose and adjusted his clothes and went back along the rows of corn to the
woods and to the road and set himself toward home again.








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