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Thursday, April 17, 2003
I didn't want to be totally mean about it and write a letter, but this sentence from Cary Tennis' Since You Asked... column is, as far as I can tell, the single worst piece of writing ever published.
"The force that through the green fuse drives the flower/ Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees/ Is my destroyer," wrote Dylan Thomas, who drank himself to death the year I was born, the year they lit the fuse on me, a pink little bomb, and I tumbled out the bloody motel with snot in my eyes. OK, maybe I was exaggerating, but it's pretty bad. A good nomination for the "Worst Sentence of the Year" contest, eh?
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