Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Frank Blank Whose Depression Was Banished

Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Frank Blank Whose Depression Was Banished

Article excerpt

How have I changed? Let me count.

I look at garbage piling up to overflow the can, and my disgust translates to action.

I need to rise from my chair to get my spectacles, which I really cannot be without; so I dress and go downtown to see Aida.

My frankincense candle exhales mirth into my room.

My easel once the emblem of blank, is now at ease supporting canvases.

I want love, but instead of watching Phil, where other people who want love tell how they don't have it, I go over to see Lila, buying her namesake flower on the way and, when she opens the door, I feel my heart's strong beat. My prick's, too.

I tell my Doctor he's a prick because he told me not to call him every day when I was only three weeks past my triple bypass. And read him The Bride of Frankenstein: "There she stands in all her seamed glory."

I have always been frank. Too frank, perhaps. A trait preserved to my detriment like the French keeping language pure. …

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