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 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

Rule #14. The Scrolls are provided for free and, in exchange, Scrollers are expected not to aggressively market any goods or services on the board. You may draw attention once to items you think Scrollers may be interested in, but not repeatedly.

greetings Wolf. eyezoom, Forum Moderator, here. wordmeister that you obviously are, i'm sure you get the gist of Scroll Rule #14 and how it would apply here. we welcome & encourage your contributions here as you might want to offer them for group interaction; however we would ask that you refrain from posting for the sole purpose of advertising your work for sale. thanks for understanding.

interesting stuff, btw...

Hello.

While I appreciate the very diplomatic tone of your letter I am confused. I could see how the rule might have something to do with the other posting. However, with this posting I do not even inform the public where they can buy the book.

I do inform them where they can read more if they wish. I believe that is reasonable.

My work is not commercial. I am not anticipating large sales from a 70,000 word run-on sentence, or from poetry. If my sole interest where money I never would have written such things.

Cheers.

Talking of confusion - why do you always refer to yourself in the third person?

The rule pointed out above doesn't just cover marketing for money. It covers ANY type of marketing.

You've come into this forum and posted two excerpts pointing people to your website. This is without offering any feedback on the work of others.

You're a newbie, so you probably don't realise that's not how this forum really works.

Try giving some feedback on the work of others, if you want them to respond to yours. Also try posting your stuff here for comment not using it solely as a means to point people offsite.