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my selective memory
i remember that elusive first time
i remember that hair in your mouth
i remember a cave becoming another mouth-watering prospect
i remember wet rolled up towels
i remember a labyrinth approaching
i remember big confusion about american football
i remember tentative sand dunes hiding acacia trees
i remember multiple points of focus
i remember gardenias cancelling midnights
i remember drowning in the seychelles
i remember tea
i remember a country close to burkina faso
i remember a sleeping bag
i remember dusting the landscape of gambia
i remember stating a permanent introduction
i remember a water lily taking quite some time to form
i remember paris raining all manner of pets on us
i remember stars are comprised of laughter
i remember 3 young texan ladies in a pub across the big water
i remember someone's memoir
i remember dart
i remember something about sentences & veins
i remember someone i shall not name going ballistic within minutes in front of a computer
i remember order being scrambled
i remember a sourdough exploding instead of becoming injera
i remember the notion of audacity as a public affair
i remember hearing the sun humming
i remember that plasticity of recognition kick-starting a muse
i remember it was a red pepper maybe the last one
i remember my mother rhyming a translation of the philipine national poem
i remember some joe remembering
i remember pool also
i remember hitchhiking through wales & somehow surviving
i remember being a crystal ball
i remember taking another language for my beloved & then another
i remember a lake in a parking lot
i remember this & that
i remember not reading a whole lot of memoirs
i remember setting foot on mexican soil & it was really really hot & we rode from the harbour into town in an old vw bus with all doors removed
i remember a glass of water on a non-existent table
i remember something about amnesia
i remember selling an oil on canvas for wine
i remember meanwhile in scotland
i remember wondering why
i remember the why
i remember almost learning baseball on a winding street in beverly hills
i remember multiplying
i remember murder
i remember a dismembered member
i remember being analogue
i remember although vaguely a time before her
i remember dreaming the first poem of what later became a book
i remember she's a rock by name & habit
i remember cornering a strange beast of a corner
i remember windows running as they grow old
i remember having no clue how i got the car into that field
i remember giggling cows
i remember a cannibal museum
i remember sidewalks defining slippery when wet
i remember footnotes
i remember berlin being closed on may 1st
i remember a camera but not the last time it took liberties with what is otherwise known as truth
i remember homero aridjis talking about light & ghosts
i remember an action appearing practical
i remember ceiling fans & fans of ceilings
i remember standing barefoot in 2 tons of basmati rice with a common garden shovel
i remember selling books for beer
i remember shop keepers with brooms trying to keep the water out
i remember skopje
i remember hans magnus enzensberger exclaiming to his wife ”hey they have a dentist called stalin”
i remember the tune the sun is humming
i remember what?
A Process Note:
when Eileen asked if i wanted to remember something in her amnesia i immediately thought it a great opportunity to do that Joe Brainard thing long on my mind. so the poem she wanted me to reply to arrived & i recognized parts of it which is a wonderful way to start remembering. so the muses took me for a walk. to avoid getting endless i settled on doing 72 sentences. some in direct reply to her poem, some as a kind of memoir & some just being slightly weird. my memoir, should i ever write it, will most likely be very brief & probably written as portraits of people i know & enjoy or even admire so this was a chance to be literal. it was great fun
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my selective memory
i remember that elusive first time
i remember that hair in your mouth
i remember a cave becoming another mouth-watering prospect
i remember wet rolled up towels
i remember a labyrinth approaching
i remember big confusion about american football
i remember tentative sand dunes hiding acacia trees
i remember multiple points of focus
i remember gardenias cancelling midnights
i remember drowning in the seychelles
i remember tea
i remember a country close to burkina faso
i remember a sleeping bag
i remember dusting the landscape of gambia
i remember stating a permanent introduction
i remember a water lily taking quite some time to form
i remember paris raining all manner of pets on us
i remember stars are comprised of laughter
i remember 3 young texan ladies in a pub across the big water
i remember someone's memoir
i remember dart
i remember something about sentences & veins
i remember someone i shall not name going ballistic within minutes in front of a computer
i remember order being scrambled
i remember a sourdough exploding instead of becoming injera
i remember the notion of audacity as a public affair
i remember hearing the sun humming
i remember that plasticity of recognition kick-starting a muse
i remember it was a red pepper maybe the last one
i remember my mother rhyming a translation of the philipine national poem
i remember some joe remembering
i remember pool also
i remember hitchhiking through wales & somehow surviving
i remember being a crystal ball
i remember taking another language for my beloved & then another
i remember a lake in a parking lot
i remember this & that
i remember not reading a whole lot of memoirs
i remember setting foot on mexican soil & it was really really hot & we rode from the harbour into town in an old vw bus with all doors removed
i remember a glass of water on a non-existent table
i remember something about amnesia
i remember selling an oil on canvas for wine
i remember meanwhile in scotland
i remember wondering why
i remember the why
i remember almost learning baseball on a winding street in beverly hills
i remember multiplying
i remember murder
i remember a dismembered member
i remember being analogue
i remember although vaguely a time before her
i remember dreaming the first poem of what later became a book
i remember she's a rock by name & habit
i remember cornering a strange beast of a corner
i remember windows running as they grow old
i remember having no clue how i got the car into that field
i remember giggling cows
i remember a cannibal museum
i remember sidewalks defining slippery when wet
i remember footnotes
i remember berlin being closed on may 1st
i remember a camera but not the last time it took liberties with what is otherwise known as truth
i remember homero aridjis talking about light & ghosts
i remember an action appearing practical
i remember ceiling fans & fans of ceilings
i remember standing barefoot in 2 tons of basmati rice with a common garden shovel
i remember selling books for beer
i remember shop keepers with brooms trying to keep the water out
i remember skopje
i remember hans magnus enzensberger exclaiming to his wife ”hey they have a dentist called stalin”
i remember the tune the sun is humming
i remember what?
A Process Note:
when Eileen asked if i wanted to remember something in her amnesia i immediately thought it a great opportunity to do that Joe Brainard thing long on my mind. so the poem she wanted me to reply to arrived & i recognized parts of it which is a wonderful way to start remembering. so the muses took me for a walk. to avoid getting endless i settled on doing 72 sentences. some in direct reply to her poem, some as a kind of memoir & some just being slightly weird. my memoir, should i ever write it, will most likely be very brief & probably written as portraits of people i know & enjoy or even admire so this was a chance to be literal. it was great fun