So I'm not like, a BIG murder ballad fan, but there's a line in John Came Home, by Benjamin Dakota Rogers, that I think is so magnificent and gruesome and beautiful that I have to ask about it.
But here, it's not an implied or expected rhyme that's being played on, but a material violence that is concealed in a spiritual/metaphorical euphemism
And this reversal of usual metaphor logic (material sense refers to broader/ideal/spiritual sense) also strikes me as notable.
Have been racing to finish my dissertation before my pregnant wife's September due date. The thought crossed my mind that a lot of stuff outside of family and dissertation has been "slipping through the cracks."
You know how sometimes you get the irresistible impulse to offer unsolicited opinions to the strangers around you? No? Well... Then it's good you know me tonight.