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Mystery Cult
Literary Imagination ( IF 0.2 ) Pub Date : 2021-05-03 , DOI: 10.1093/litimag/imab013
David Moolten

My parents never went to parties, had dinnerguests maybe twice, club soda from 1950,a dusty bottle of cooking sherry.Life with them distills to a few memoriesI still indulge in. They’re my antiquity,my befuddled canon. I find them waltzing as alwaysinto walls like they might tip overthe house, her steely little smileas she waved a butter knife, his upper handdemanding it, their screamsget out! or if you don't stop!I couldn't stop or stand though I prayedthat they continue. Even now I look away and seetheir reflections in a window like spiritsstumbling among the trees. Maybe it's sour grapes.But I can't after so long forgive themmellowing into this malaise, this muzzy acheon waking to them gone.

中文翻译:

神秘崇拜

我的父母从没参加过聚会,也许有两次来客,从1950年开始喝苏打水俱乐部,一瓶尘土飞扬的雪利酒。与他们的生活让我记忆犹新。他们是我的上古,我迷惑的佳能。我发现它们像墙一样不断地钻进墙壁,就像它们可能翻倒在房子上一样,她挥舞着一把黄油刀时,她的钢铁般的小笑容,他的上手要求它,他们的尖叫声散发出来!或者如果您不停止!尽管我祈祷他们继续前进,但我无法停止或站立。即使是现在,我仍然移开视线,在窗外看到它们的反射,就像树木在树林中徘徊。也许是酸葡萄。但是我不能在这么长的时间里原谅他们的不适,这使他们昏昏欲睡的迷糊糊的胶水消失了。
更新日期:2021-05-04
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