The New Yorker takes a strong position on the comma splice
If you're a poet and writing about how you're very old, they'll allow it.
The third sentence of Donald Hall's recent "Out the Window: The view in winter" about reaching the winter of his years reads: "I am eighty-three, I teeter when I walk, I no longer drive, I look out the window."
Comma splice explosion! I love it just for how the sentence trashes the normal rules. I kid about the reason above, of course. This usage lands in the sometimes rule that shorter sentences don't have to obey rules.
E.B. White, Strunk partner, New Yorker writer, would have loved it. The rest of us can worry about "it's okay if your famous" grammar elitism.
