Fragments can be really great, breaking a chunk off you brain and just let it lie there. This, even in its terseness, shows there is more to the male masochism than some forlorn sappiness. It suggests, 'sure I'm your ass, sure you're everything to me, sure I'm as low as the ground (baseness) that 'let's you do as you do,' but it's not like I'm not aware of our dynamic. Really Good, with an immediate substance.
But of fragments, and struggling to find more out of them (the half created shadow) as a writer, there's a great fragment by Shelly.
(copied from: etext.library.adelaide.edu.au )
IGNICULUS DESIDERII
To thirst and find no fill—to wail and wander?With short unsteady steps—to pause and ponder—?To feel the blood run through the veins and tingle?Where busy thought and blind sensation mingle;?To nurse the image of unfelt caresses ?Till dim imagination just possesses?The half-created shadow, then all the night?Sick...
And as far as song vs. fragment, I think it was Iggy Pop that said no song should be more than 25 words.
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