` We not Only Plunge Forward into Darkness but Also Darkness Closes in Behind`

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Open Poetry #29

` We not Only Plunge Forward into Darkness but Also Darkness Closes in Behind`

j0n4th4n
Member

since 2003-03-11

Posts 94

0 posted 2003-11-12 08:56 PM

Walking through a free
art gallery; I had been
here before, months
prior, and the weight of
memory's poverty struck me
with awe, crept upon me.

See, its this: we remember
so very very little
of our past, it is so dark
What made me think this? For
a moment, I had a true memory
of the visit I had made before,
by concentrating stubbornly
on a picture. Then when

the spiderweb of feeling
and thought and image (and smell?)
had gone (so fast), the contrast
was bitter to see.

Between that flash
and what we call 'memory'.

I looked in the 'sign
your name' book, and saw our names
in it, and the drizzles of february
seemed a metaphysical stain
in this page. So long ago,
I was there, yet I'm not there now:
and I can never get it back,
save through the Glimpses.

With them, I am in the past.
...................................
Yeah, I know its crap, but my computer's doing my head in. it keeps typing really slowly. oh well a good workman always blames his tools..
btw, the quote is by john updike, author. (from the book 'brazil')

[This message has been edited by j0n4th4n (11-12-2003 08:57 PM).]

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

1 posted 2003-11-12 09:04 PM

I like the last line, it sort of sums up the way museums and art galleries are filled with dead things that breathe.
kethry

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown

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