Odysseus’ ScarWouldn’t we all like to be recognized by our old nurse as the hero from a childhood scar I think in the bathroom at work in front of the big mirror on election day. As Auerbach’s Mimesis explains the story is flattened into the image from the washing of the feet to the accident of the hunt, on a visit to his grandfather, Autolycus, the wolf, himself. My own boar-tusk gash is only a pockmark, just above my left eyebrow, my hunt the oatmeal bath and the room with the wicker fold-out and the wallpaper of red scallops and the white monkey holding a ball; in a black cardigan and blue pants, I am my own nurse, and I barely know myself. It’s election day, how did it go? |
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