Everyone talks about beginnings when they blog in their writery blogs. They list favorite starts, favorite first sentence, they quote them, they write them on bones and throw them down and look for the future amongst them.

I say meh to that. Endings are trickier. Endings are loopier. Here are some of my favorite endings-

“Where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.” – Beckett, The Unnameable (and a personal mantra of mine lately)

“But I still hear them walking in the trees: not speaking. Waiting here, away from the terrifying weaponry, out of the halls of vapor and light, beyond holland into the hills, I have come to” – Delany’s Dahlgren (one of my favorite literary tricks is ending mid sentence, as well as starting mid sentence)

“I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.” –Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.” –James Joyce, Ulysses

“The backseat of her car was full of dogs, real dogs and ghost dogs, and all of the dogs poking their doggy noses out of the windows at him. There wouldn’t have been room for him, even if he’d been able to make her stop. But he ran out in the road anyway, like a damn dog, chasing after her car for as long as he could.” – Kelly Link The Hortlak

“The evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.” –Jack Kerouac, On the Road


4 thoughts on “Endings.

    • I can see that. Also, to me an ending isn’t what most genre people consider endings- it’s not a tying up of loose ends, or a plot finale, to me it’s about where the narrative on the page stops, which is different, I think. I prefer endings that end in the middle, or loop back to the start, things like that

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