The Perfect Sentence

This week is Bubble-Bursting Week.


During this time we will help each other let go of baggage we can do without. Much like huddle-gossip; the fact that a friend’s lovelife is as private as the gaga person’s carnivorous fashion statements, will be discussed, at length even. So, with that in mind, to the writers; the perfect sentence does not exist.

I’m not at all bothered about the voices in my head (and probably yours too) that keep telling me otherwise. If it were to come to pass, I’d gladly retract this, and the perfect sentence were to exist there would be so much more to play with.

The perfect sentence, in my most sober thinkings, is not one that accounts for the use of all the elements of writing; the grammar, punctuation, aesthetics, connotation or otherwise in their most glorified individual form. This particular sentence would not play at all by the rules. Not recklessly rebellious, just effecting change. This would be a sentence that is the sum of all things. It would be less, not more.

And if you ask me, that’s where the problems start.

In order to write something, say a book that not only reads well - but flows too, you must be willing to cut back on what you think is the individually most-perfect sentence. Consider, it might be the same sentences that wrote you into a wall.

For your book (poem, play, speech, etc) to flow as easily as it reads it must be a harmonious system.

And I know that I don’t want to let go of that perfect sentence that seems so clever, it forgot to make sense.

Namaste