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The '''stream of consciousness''' is a literary technique seeking to represent the disorganisation, repetition inherent to natural human thought. | |||
== History == | |||
The term stream of consciousness was first used by psychologists to describe the human thought process. Its use as a literary technique became popular in the 20th century as part of the [[Modernist movement]].<ref>{{#cite:Q1963}}</ref> | |||
== Characteristics == | |||
The use of stream of consciousness is often associated with: | |||
* Unconventional ponctuation, such as mid-sentence interruption; | |||
* Improper capitalisation; | |||
* Unconventional grammatical structure | |||
<ref>{{#cite:Q1963}}</ref> | |||
== Examples == | |||
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Latest revision as of 14:46, 2 October 2026
The stream of consciousness is a literary technique seeking to represent the disorganisation, repetition inherent to natural human thought.
History
The term stream of consciousness was first used by psychologists to describe the human thought process. Its use as a literary technique became popular in the 20th century as part of the Modernist movement.[1]
Characteristics
The use of stream of consciousness is often associated with:
- Unconventional ponctuation, such as mid-sentence interruption;
- Improper capitalisation;
- Unconventional grammatical structure
Examples
I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
-Thomas Eliot, Prufrock and Other Observations (Book)
I am alone I want to be the two of us I want the join I come out of blue water after the bottoms of my feet swim away from me I come up I need to find a place to be the air is heavy I am not dead I am not there is a house there is what she whispered to me I am where she told me I am not dead I sit the sun closes my eyes when I open them I see the face I lost Sethe's is the face that left me Sethe sees me see her and I see the smile her smiling face is the place for me it is the face I lost she is my face smiling at me
-Toni Morrison, Beloved (Book)