From a book I’m reading for Seminar in Pedagogy, Composition Studies as a Creative Art by Lynn Z. Bloom:
STANLEY––HE PLAYS HIS DRUMS, SOMETIMES, AND HE BANGS EM, HE BANGS EM AND HE BANGS EM, HE’LL ROLL EM, BACK AND FORTH AND BACK REAL QUICK WITH A BASE THUMP, AND HE’LL BANG EM AND HIS CYMBALS CRASH AND HISS WHILE HE BANGS EM AND THE BASE THUMPS. And when he does this it’s loud, and the place gets filled, and it feels good, as if you were in your own heart while it was beating. (Art Greenwood, student)
I wasn’t expecting that: “as if you were in your own heart while it was beating.” Gosh. I wish I’d written a line like that.
I’m a sucker for a good phrase.