William H. Gass: From ‘Order of Insects’ (1968)

I suspect if we were as familiar with our bones as with our skin, we’d never bury the dead but shrine them in their rooms, arranged as we might like to find them on a visit; and our enemies, if we could steal their bodies from the battle sites, would be museumed as they died, the steel still eloquent in their sides, their metal hats askew, the protective toes of their shoes unworn, and friend and enemy would be so wondrously historical that in a hundred years we’d find the jaws still hung for the same speech and all the parts we spent our life with tilted as they always were—rib cage, collar, skull—still repetitious, still defiant, angel light, still worthy of memorial and affection.

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~ by ohkrapp on November 19, 2012.

One Response to “William H. Gass: From ‘Order of Insects’ (1968)”

  1. Remarkable prose.

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