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Monday, May 31st, 2010

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    12:24a
    "I hardly know where to begin, but to my relief...
    "I hardly know where to begin, but to my relief I
    need say very little, for true talent seems to
    blaze up from nowhere, and serves as its own
    introduction
    That said, he proceeded to introduce me for the
    next ten minutes as I stood in the wings with my
    one lousy page of notes clutched in my remaining
    handNames went past like floats in a paradeA
    few, like Edward Hopper and Salvador Dalí, I knew
    Others, like Yves Tanguy and Kay Sage, I didn't
    Each unknown name made me feel more of an impostor
    The fear I felt was no longer mental; it clamped a
    deep and stinking hold in my bowelsI felt like I
    needed to pass gas, but I was afraid I might load
    my pants insteadAnd that wasn't the worstEvery
    word I had prepared had gone out of my mind except
    for the very first line, which was chanel top hideously
    appropriate: My name is Edgar Freemantle, and I
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    have no idea how I wound up hereIt was supposed
    to elicit a chuckleIt wouldn't, I knew that now,
    but at least it was true
    While Dario droned on - Joan Miró this, Breton's
    Surrealist Manifesto that - a terrified excontractor
    stood with his pathetic page of notes
    clutched in his cold fistMy tongue was a dead
    slug that might croak but would speak no coherent
    word, not to two hundred art mavens, many of whom
    held advanced degrees, some of whom were
    motherfucking professorsWorst of all was my
    brainIt was a dry socket waiting to be filled
    with pointless, flailing anger: the words might
    not come, but the rage was always on tap
    "Enough!" Dario cried cheerily, striking fresh
    terror into my pounding heart and sending a cramp
    rolling through my miserable chanel watch women basement regions -
    terror above, barely held-in shit belowWhat a
    lovely combination"It has been fifteen years
    since the Scoto added a new artist to its crowded
    spring calendar, and we have never introduced one
    in whom there has been greater interestI think
    the slides you are about to see and the talk you
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    are about to hear will explain our interest and
    excitement
    He paused dramaticallyI felt a poison dew of
    sweat spring out on my brow and wiped it offThe
    arm that I lifted seemed to weigh fifty pounds
    "Ladies and gentlemen, MrEdgar Freemantle,
    lately of Minneapolis-StPaul, now of Duma KeyIt sounded like an artillery
    barrage going offI commanded myself to run away
    I commanded myself to faintLike a
    man in a dream - but not a good one - I walked
    onstageEverything seemed to be happening chanel necklace slowly
    I saw that every seat was taken but no seat was
    taken because they were on their feet, they were
    giving me a standing OHigh above me, on the
    domed ceiling, angels flew in airy disregard of
    the earthly matters below, and how I wished I was
    one of themDario stood beside the podium, hand
    outstretchedIt was the wrong one; in his own
    nervousness he had extended his right, and so my
    return handshake was awkward and bass-ackwardsMy
    notes were crumpled briefly between our palms,
    then toreLook what you did, you asshole, I
    thought - and for one terrible moment I was afraid
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    I'd said it aloud for the mike to pick up and
    broadcast all over the roomI was aware of how
    bright the spotlight was as Dario left me there on
    my lonely perchI was aware of the microphone on
    its flexible chrome rod, and buy chanel bags thinking it looked
    like a cobra rising out of a snake-charmer's
    basketI was aware of bright points of light
    shining on that chrome, and on the rim of the
    water glass, and on the neck of the Evian bottle
    next to the water glassI was aware that the
    applause was starting to taper off; some of the
    people were resuming their seatsSoon an
    expectant silence would replace the applauseThey
    would wait for me to beginOnly I had nothing to
    sayEven my opening line had left my headThey
    would wait and the silence would stretch out
    There would be a few nervous coughs, and then the
    murmuring would startBecause they were assholes
    Just a bunch of lookie-loo assholes with rubber
    necksAnd if I managed anything, it would be an
    angry torrent of words that would sound like the
    outburst of a man suffering from tiffany heart tag necklace Tourette

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