The Body Has Teeth: On Stephen King and Stand By Me
“If I were writing a book about a movie, it would be Stand By Me.”
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What does it mean that the third stanza is the poem’s doorknob? If a doorknob is used to open a door, what does that stanza open up in the poem? What are other poems’ doorknobs? If we look back at our own poems, could a word or line or stanza or moment be pointed to as its doorknob? If not, does the poem need one?
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Aaron Burch is the author of the memoir/literary analysis Stephen King's The Body, the short story collection Backswing, and the novella How to Predict the Weather. He is also the Founding Editor of HOBART. He lives in Ann Arbor, where he teaches at University of Michigan.
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