and mosquitoes keep [Franz] Wright from sleep; he has no electricity, and so has to hunt them down with a match. The situation is ordinary enough, but Wright's metaphors are all alive with feeling as he addresses the mosquitoes:
Playing your trumpets
thin as a needle
in my ear,
from Powells: Review-A-Day: From the Homicidal to the Ecstatic
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