Sublime

“trick mirror that carries the illusion of flawlessness as well as the self-flagellating option of constantly finding fault.” I

memory has no linear chronology or fixed note in time and space.

smarting.

equivocation.

The inability to don angel wings—to shirk culpability or justify past sins—seems innate to the voice of every memoirist I revere. The life chroniclers who endure as real artists come across as folks particularly schooled in their own rich inner geographies. A quest for self-knowledge drives such a writer to push past the normal vanity she brings to

In each case the writer was possessed of an insight that organized the writing, and in each case a persona had been created to serve the insight.

The mind is in a dayless freak zone, surfing earth’s hurtling horizon.

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