I really liked the long run on sentence about the horses you pasted in. It's lyrical and preachy, maybe a little breathless. It drones and twirls like dervish
I found it broke down
In my head
Into verses
Alternating
Between a few
And several syllables each
And lo!
I heard it sung
By Bono
By Jim Morrison
By Johnny Cash and David Byrne
Each having
His own band
Accompaniment
Alike unto his kind.
I can't really represent it as I experienced it. But the prose really lent itself to some of the more epic pop music in my head.
It was a minute of cinema piped directly into my mind. Quite a treat. Thank you for dereferencing them!
Having said all that, it's still a cheap shot of dopamine that leans heavily on this reader to pick and layer his own poisons for effect.
I'd dare say another reader more skilled in poetry might be able to dice it into various meters and recite to different types of music.
Werner Herzog's voice, pronunciation, and pacing are fun to use to read these
Appreciate your sharing your experience. I can hear Jim Morrison's incantatory rhythms as you point out..."Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding. Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind."
But as you point out, you're bringing a lot to the equation. If all we had were Jim Morrison's lyrics they wouldn't be that interesting. He just wasn't that great of a poet compared to what's available in English poetry. Without the music it doesn't have much magic.
A more irrecoverable criticism is if something lends itself to parody. My sense is McCarthy's prose style is extremely parodyable. How could one distinguish between it and something an LLM generates? Not in the fragmentary incantatory cadence or questionable semantics. Not in the meaning, or the symbolic and metaphoric content? So where then?
I really liked the long run on sentence about the horses you pasted in. It's lyrical and preachy, maybe a little breathless. It drones and twirls like dervish
I found it broke down In my head Into verses Alternating Between a few And several syllables each And lo! I heard it sung By Bono By Jim Morrison By Johnny Cash and David Byrne Each having His own band Accompaniment Alike unto his kind.
I can't really represent it as I experienced it. But the prose really lent itself to some of the more epic pop music in my head.
It was a minute of cinema piped directly into my mind. Quite a treat. Thank you for dereferencing them!
Having said all that, it's still a cheap shot of dopamine that leans heavily on this reader to pick and layer his own poisons for effect.
I'd dare say another reader more skilled in poetry might be able to dice it into various meters and recite to different types of music.
Werner Herzog's voice, pronunciation, and pacing are fun to use to read these
Kermit the frog? Hilarious!