#on memory

[weltenwellen]

b ferguson, from "Parkside & Ocean", You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World

[metamorphesque]

haiku #23, tathev simonyan

[myfakeplasticlove13]

I guess some things you can never leave behind, they don’t belong to the past. They belong to you :,)

[luthienne]

First the world is this way, and then it is not. You try to put it back. You reconstruct from memory. You make do with what’s at hand. You ignore the obvious discrepancies.

Anne de Marcken, from The Accident

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Mikko Harvey Wind-Related in the Wheatfield // Jonny Bolduc open question @jovialtorchlight // Cheryl Strayed Tiny Beautiful Things // @/mkpoet (instagram) // Mary Oliver Count the Roses // Phoebe Bridgers Waiting Room // Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Marie Howe Magdalene Afterwards; "Magdalene: Poems"

[petruchio]

unknown / ocean vuong / eternal sunshine of the spotless mind / taylor swift / rene magritte / ashe vernon / leila chatti / chris marker / the 1975 / taylor swift / anne sexton

[funeral]

When we observe the involuntary memories that shock consciousness into introspection, what is consistent throughout is that they have arisen from the spirit of negation, whereby the disparity between the past and present has severed violently. [ . . . ] The memory hangs in a sphere of inquietude, unable to find solace in absent reflection, and so obliged to announce itself unexpectedly upon consciousness. Because of this disparity between the encapsulation of memory and the fluidity of time, we speak of consciousness as "haunted."

Dylan Trigg, The Aesthetics of Decay: Nothingness, Nostalgia, and the Absence of Reason

[saintmaudes]

Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.

—Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[heavenlyyshecomes]

For the interested reader, diaries and notebooks can be placed in two categories: in the first the text is intended to be official, manifest, aimed at a readership. The notebook becomes a training ground for the outward self, and, as in the case of the nineteenth-century artist and diarist Marie Bashkirtseff, an open declaration, an unending monologue, addressed to an invisible but sympathetic ear. Still I’m fascinated by the other sort of diary, the working tool, the sort the writer-as-craftsperson keeps close at hand, of little apparent use to the outsider. Susan Sontag, who practised this art form for decades, said of her diary that it was ‘an instrument, a tool’ – I’m not sure this is entirely apt. Sontag’s notebooks (and the notebooks of other writers) are not just for the storage of ideas, like nuts in squirrels’ cheeks, to be consumed later. Nor are they filled with quick outlines of events, to be recollected when needed. Notebooks are an essential daily activity for a certain type of person, loose-woven mesh on which they hang their clinging faith in reality and its continuing nature. Such texts have only one reader in mind, but this reader is utterly implicated. Break open a notebook at any point and be reminded of your own reality, because a notebook is a series of proofs that life has continuity and history, and (this is most important) that any point in your own past is still within your reach. Sontag’s notebooks are filled with such proofs: lists of films she has seen, books she has read, words that have charmed her, the dried husks of completed endeavours – and these are largely limited to the notebooks; they almost never feed into her books or films or articles, they are neither the starting point, nor the underpinning for her public work. They are not intended as explanations for another reader (perhaps for the self, although they are scribbled down at such a lick that sometimes it’s hard to make out what is meant). Like a fridge, or as it was once called, an ice house, a place where the fast-corrupting memory-product can be stored, a space for witness accounts and affirmations, or the material and outward signs of immaterial and elusive relations, to paraphrase Goncharov.

—Maria Stepanova, In Memory of Memory, tr. Sasha Dugdale (emphasis mine)

[simoneashley]

Interview With the Vampire (2022) 1.02 written by Jonathan Ceniceroz & Dave Harris / Blade Runner 2049 (2017) written by Hampton Fancher & Michael Green / Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski / Chlorine (2023) by Jade Song / Rashomon (1950) written by Akira Kurosawa & Shinobu Hashimoto / In the Lives of Puppets (2023) by TJ Klune / Memento (2000) written by Christopher Nolan

[weltenwellen]

Emily Harman, "Tender, the Bruise"

[metamorphesque]

"Moor me, mon amour", Tathev Simonyan

[sicknessinmotion]

on forgetting & remembering. / billy collins — nick flynn — gwendolyn brooks — alex dimitrov — ocean vuong.

[luthienne]

Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"

[asoftepiloguemylove]

THE WORST PART OF LOVE / IS THAT I REMEMBER IT

Lana Del Rey Summertime Sadness // 后来的我们 Us and Them (2018) dir. Rene Liu // Taylor Swift I Almost Do // BTS - Spring Day // Richard Siken "Crush," Planet of Love // 后来的我们 Us and Them (2018) dir. Rene Liu // Silas Denver Melvin On the Romance of Cannibalism // 后来的我们 Us and Them (2018) dir. Rene Liu // Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Noah Kahan Stick Season // Joey Comeau // 后来的我们 Us and Them (2018) dir. Rene Liu // Clementine von Radics In a Dream You Saw a Way to Survive // June Gehringer I get so jealous of euthanized dogs