"In the early 1970s Cheever began to be plagued by spells of what he described as otherness. . . . These episodes had two components: olfactory, auditory or visual hallucinations and a simultaneous sort of brain freeze that left him unable to access words and names."
As far as I am
Able to ascertain
Under the weight
Of such a weighty
Quotation in prose,
I still maintain
Neither my mother nor
My mother's mother,
Evangelical, holy
Teetotalers both
Of them, ever had a reason
To complain of delirium
Tremens nor even
The buzz from one drink,
But they both died
In some delirious
Or at least deleterious
Fog of hegemonic
Amnesia, gabbling,
Gap-grinned, sweet, stinking,
Although they lived, both
Of them, fifteen years
Of breathing beyond
The swimming Cheever.
Can't say I blame him.
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