Status Updates From Two Wings to Veil My Face

"We couldn't fly away upon the wings of the morning; ripened in Death. Out of the sorrow of our suckling shadow. For life is never completely consummated, only destroyed, until it is embraced by Death. Reborn out of the flying chamber of dispatching life, undefeated; discharged from the wheel within the wheel, out of the troubling waters of Time - to know the two wings of Mankind's riddled redemption."

"...and thinking suddenly how a simple prayer cloth could be turned into a snot rag (ah, mighty Joyce)".

Forrest. This is Nobel writing.

Would be cool to have a typographic means to indicate the levels of narratives. Like in The Dying Grass.

Much better.

...words beyond words into The Word...

Fantastic

From the NY Times review:" Critics of Leon Forrest's first two books - ''There Is a Tree More Ancient Than Eden'' (1973) and ''The Bloodworth Orphans'' (1977) - complained about overwriting, and examples of the fustian abound in this new work." Regardless of the irony inherent in using "fustian" to complain of "overwriting", I still remain at a loss to understand what either word means.