blogofshame
Friday, October 26, 2007
This is happening to me more and more these days:
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never
even heard of
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where are no phones.
(from "Forgetfulness" by Billy Collins)
