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Slices or slivers shaved from prose or poem. “A fragment, like a miniature work of art, has to be entirely isolated from the surrounding world and be complete in itself like a porcupine.” Friedrich von Schlegel Slyphs are literary loners, set apart from the world because they’re worlds unto themselves. They’re like porcupines, bristling with prickly philosophical spine. Rub them the wrong way and you’re in for a surprise. "just talking and joking with those we reach but can never touch the nothing that can hurt us how lovely and terrible and lonely is this." Les Murray
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