🟡 A Memory Poem 🟢 ☀️
Jack Whitten, “Quantum Wall, VIII (For Arshile Gorky, My First Love in Painting),” 2017.
Dear friends,
I hope it is spring, somehow, where you are. It is spring here today, but Art is an endless summer.
I’m finishing a book called MEMORY, which will be published by Semiotext(e) later this year, and currently working on a generative and perpetual Memory poem for it.
The first part of the poem is below. How would you define Memory?
Love & Roses Forever 🌹
Dorothea
Memory is
What is still here
Before it goes away
Memory is a feeling
If you can feel it it exists
Figments and fractures
Memory is a type of intellect
Memory is limitless
May the Mystery Memory always find you
The Imagination is your home
But memory is not
It is a way to get there
A wish, an emotion recalled
Emotions make thoughts
Thoughts are memories too
Emotions bloom
Memories flower within you
Tell your secrets in a poem
They become a collective memory
Infinity is memory
There is an infinite memory
Night recalls
Memory doesn’t test the wind
Memory is the heavy wind
What is unsaid
Memories can see through you
Memories are past desire
Nothing can be
That isn’t what it already is
A blinding blue hue
Memory, is that you
Memory is the dream
Of waiting past what is
Memory doesn’t even consider
That you’re bad
Memory holds no horror
Memory filters
Memory expands
Memory says what was there
At least in some way
To exist is to dream
To remember is to say
Memory is existence
Memory just like the future
Has always been this time
Memory was always with you
You are memory, too
But you are also an illusion
Your voltage is eternal
And memory does not question that
The poem always knows
But memory knows nothing
Memory is a soul
Never seen
Always felt
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