Open Poetry #29 |
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` We not Only Plunge Forward into Darkness but Also Darkness Closes in Behind` |
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j0n4th4n Member
since 2003-03-11
Posts 94 |
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).] |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
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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