Rondeau for Alain Robbe-Grillet

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In which ARG and his agent heatedly discussLes Gommes.

"The plot. Theplot," his agent sighs,
"Won't win you, Al, the Nobel Prize.
A plot the reader must beguile,
Not pound him with odd PoMo style.
And plotless plots readers despise."

"The novel's dead. From its demise
Willun nouveau roman arise,"
Alain ecstatically smiles.
"The plot? Theplot?!"

(He strains so much he crosses eyes.)
"Theplot is just a woman's thighs;
It's where they meet that is worthwhile.
As not all rivers are the Nile,
My plot's no rope that binds and ties—
The plot, theplot!"

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Trigger 30, Form K (Rondeau)

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 15 years ago
Thought-provoking

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