What Makes a Sentence a Masterpiece? Is it simplicity or style?

Posted by $ Olduglycarl 9 years, 3 months ago to Entertainment
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Anyone care to give it a try?

First comment will be my effort.

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  • Posted by JohnConnor352 9 years, 3 months ago
    I like a lot of what has been said here! I'll weigh in, too.
    It depends on the purpose of the sentence. Is it informative? Is it lyrical, prose, or poetry? Where is it being delivered?
    Let's remember the purpose of art, which is to express abstract concepts in concrete form. If it does that well, then I would consider it art. If it does it in a way that is appropriate for its medium, then it is a masterpiece.
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  • Posted by helidrvr 9 years, 3 months ago
    Neither. Semantic precision is my choice. Simplicity and style come second to that.
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  • Posted by jimjamesjames 9 years, 3 months ago
    I have always loved this one: Henry David Thoreau :." I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
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  • Posted by $ allosaur 9 years, 3 months ago in reply to this comment.
    Yet out from that fetid black hole there came a cackle interspersed with coughs followed by a too familiar voice that said , "I'll be back."
    **** THE END?******
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  • Posted by $ Olduglycarl 9 years, 3 months ago in reply to this comment.
    I was in the audience of a late night TV show while the Host was interviewing hiltery clintonia; when all of a sudden we began to notice hiltery with a strained look and a violent seat teetering motion, back and fourth, back and fourth, the floor vibrating in sync with her motion when out of the silence came the loudest anal burp I ever heard, flubbering on for what seemed like hours and a visible stench, rising to the ceiling like a cloud, our eyes watering, our noses inflamed with impending vomit, the host's metal coffee mug fell to the tile floor do to the vibration and a large spark shot out from it causing an explosion that would make an atomic bomb seem like a fire cracker...I fortunately was thrown to the back of the audience and was therefore protected from the aftermath; I stood up suddenly, not sure if I should run or not; at that moment, I saw only a tiny stream of smoke from where hiltery once sat, streaming toward the black hole at the center of our galaxy and the host was covered in a soot of black. I thanked my lucky stars and walked, shaken to the marrow, back to my car.
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  • Posted by $ Olduglycarl 9 years, 3 months ago in reply to this comment.
    As if I was there...so besides the punctuation, what was left to mop up, excepting the cookies?

    Good night ole friend, tomorrow we'll try for something deeper...but we won't be crabbing.
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  • Posted by $ MichaelAarethun 9 years, 3 months ago in reply to this comment.
    insert blinding before salt and crab for went.

    The crew looked on
    in vain disdain
    And most sincerely wept
    For every one of
    Their Crabbing pots
    Were deep in the briny depths
    As the skipper gave back
    With an evil gargle
    Plenty of time was gained
    For chum to settle
    The Crabs to feast
    And return to the ship
    In those capture traps
    Again all of the Chummy Crabs
    Stood o high on the Menu
    Now Crab with White Sauce
    Is known to be
    Very very pleasing
    The very thought
    Hung in the air
    Ship's Cat licked his lips
    Sniffed the Air
    And considered his day
    Of feasting and dining
    The Skiipper continued tossing cookies
    Joined in support by the rest of his crew
    As the Gulls began to gather.
    And none of hem rookies
    The pots came up the sea gulls flew
    The work was hard and tiring
    Yet that very night
    There was not one light
    In the little ships sole galley
    But only the sound of a burp and a purr
    From the Old Tom known as Sally!
    ..
    rush job
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  • Posted by $ Olduglycarl 9 years, 3 months ago in reply to this comment.
    Always got that way below underway... that's why I was Captain!, and also, the years first pumpout!!!... at that time, it was wished, I was only a guest. chum's away!
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