“He is gone and the water rushes up behind me like a couple of police officers with their blue lights flashing, with their steel blue guns drawn.”
-Samantha Hunt
The Simile Museum
Tag: Simile
February 1, 2015
“Profound was Gary’s relief the next morning as he bumped and glided, like a storm-battered yacht, into the safe harbor of his work week.”
-Jonathan Franzen
January 27, 2015
“There were huge beds of oysters here, seals in the harbor, in the woods inexhaustible game. This great glacial cut with its nuptial bays, the coves of wild celery and rice, this majestic river. The birds, like punctuation, are crossing in level flight. They seem to approach slowly, accelerate, pass overhead like arrows. The sky has no color. A feeling of rain.”
-James Salter
January 22, 2015
“She’ll look briefly at your writing, then back up at you with a face as blank as a donut.”
-Lorrie Moore
January 19, 2015
“They rode on. The white noon saw them through the waste like a ghost army, so pale they were with dust, like shades of figures erased upon a board. The wolves loped paler yet and grouped and skittered and lifted their lean snouts on the air. At night the horses were fed by hand from sacks of meal and watered from buckets. There was no more sickness. The survivors lay quietly in that cratered void and watched the whitehot stars go rifling down the dark. Or slept with their alien hearts beating in the sand like pilgrims exhausted upon the face of the planet Anareta, clutched to a namelessness wheeling in the night. They moved on and the iron of the wagon-tired grew polished bright as chrome in the pumice. To the south the blue cordilleras stood footed in their paler image on the sand like reflections in a lake and there were no wolves now.”
-Cormac McCarthy
January 15, 2015
And the days are not full enough
Are the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
-Ezra Pound
January 9, 2015
“The texts we write are not visible until they are written. Like a creature coaxed from out a dark wood, the text reveals itself ‘little by little.'”
-Rikki Ducornet
January 4, 2015
“It appeared this place had undergone a transformation. What kind of plants were they? They looked like climbing vines, with huge, egg-shaped leaves creeping along the silt like innumerable small beasts.”
– Can Xue
January 1, 2015
“He lost more weight; he lost more weight, his skin turned gray, sagged like old sail from a shipwreck of bone.”
– Craig Bernardini
December 12, 2014
“I looked at her blankly, although the truth, like a lone and flagging swimmer, was gradually making some headway in the black sea of my ignorance.
-Roberto Bolaño
The Simile Museum 