Jack Kerouac’s “Essentials of Spontaneous Prose,”
instructed one to write “as a jazz musician drawing breath between
out-blown phrases.” I like to imagine that jazz notes fit perfectly
in-between the spaces of each of our inhales and exhales.
the splendor of Solomon’s Temple.” So if you’re having such a good time that you’re moved to recite the Song of Solomon, this would be a good place — maybe the only place — to use a line like, “Let him/her kiss me with the kisses of his/her mouth: for thy love is better than wine.