Sunday, March 06, 2005

Lacerating and Unforgettable

Orwell says somewhere that no one ever writes the real story of their life.
The real story of a life is the story of its humiliations.
If I wrote that story now--
radioactive to the end of time--
people, I swear, your eyes would fall out, you couldn't peel
the gloves fast enough
from your hands scorched by the firestorms of that shame.
Your poor hands. Your poor eyes
to see me weeping in my room
or boring the tall blonde to death.

-from Memoir, by Vijay Seshadri, in the Feb 28 issue of the New Yorker.

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