(Guest post by [Name of author])

Rarely do I marvel at the standard paragraph. (Forgive the strict literalism with which I’ve approached my “marvelous paragraph” essay.) It’s a bit much and not enough for me. I prefer it broken up into stray lines or drawn out into full pages (/whole novels). The paragraph is where poetry gives up the ghost, signaling the advent of “prose” (let’s pretend this is an unproblematic assertion), and as a failed poet turned “experimental” “novelist,” I have a contrarian (/juvenile) resistance to structural stability. An aversion to all things…congealed?