And we hear grief: Among the dead—set loose. Like the slain—those who lie in the grave. Who—you do not remember them again. And they by your hand have been cut off. (Ps 88:6 [5]) And we cringe at anger: O daughter Babylon, despoiled one, how blessed is the one who pays you back, your payment which you paid to us. How blessed is the one who seizes and dashes your babies—on a rock. (Ps 137:8–9) What habits of reading does a paratactic syntax lend itself to? Here I offer some practices—some ways of
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