Category Archives: MEMORIES

WAITING FOR THE PAST

looking off the short horizon,
the Sun a white daystar of squinch
glazing the ground like frozen twilight,

no life, no company, no nearness,
never a memory or a joke . . .

LES MURRAY

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“The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.”

Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die

A little mob of bewildered sheep, Afraid to hurry — afraid to creep, Bringing memories back to me.

In the Street by Mabel Forrest

http://www.middlemiss.org/rhymes_rudely_strung/

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LAMAN BLANCHARD. 1803-1845.

Sooth ‘t were a pleasant life to lead, With nothing in the world to do But just to blow a shepherd’s reed, The silent season thro’ And just to drive a flock to feed, — Sheep — quiet, fond and few!

La pomme est pour le vieux singe. The old monkey gets the apple.

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“Once we were blobs in the sea, and then fishes, and then lizards and rats and then monkeys, and hundreds of things in between. This hand was once a fin, this hand once had claws! In my human mouth I have the pointy teeth of a wolf and the chisel teeth of a rabbit and the grinding teeth of a cow! Our blood is as salty as the sea we used to live in! When we’re frightened, the hair on our skin stands up, just like it did when we had fur. We are history! Everything we’ve ever been on the way to becoming us, we still are. […]

I’m made up of the memories of my parents and my grandparents, all my ancestors. They’re in the way I look, in the colour of my hair. And I’m made up of everyone I’ve ever met who’s changed the way I think.”

― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

The grasshopper flies about, but the kingfisher watches him. Samoan.

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a kingfisher’s burnished plunge, the colour   
of felicity afire, came glancing like an arrow   
through landscapes of untended memory: ardor   
illuminating with its terrifying currency
now no mere glimpse, no porthole vista
but, down on down, the uninhabitable sorrow.

Amy Clampitt, “The Kingfisher”

“I’ve learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.” ― Pittacus Lore, Eight’s Origin

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“The first words that are read by seekers of enlightenment in the secret, gong-banging, yeti-haunted valleys near the hub of the world, are when they look into The Life of Wen the Eternally Surprised.

The first question they ask is: ‘Why was he eternally surprised?’

And they are told: ‘Wen considered the nature of time and understood that the universe is, instant by instant, recreated anew. Therefore, he understood, there is in truth no past, only a memory of the past. Blink your eyes, and the world you see next did not exist when you closed them. Therefore, he said, the only appropriate state of the mind is surprise. The only appropriate state of the heart is joy. The sky you see now, you have never seen before. The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it.’

The first words read by the young Lu-Tze when he sought perplexity in the dark, teeming, rain-soaked city of Ankh-Morpork were: ‘Rooms For Rent, Very Reasonable.’ And he was glad of it.”

― Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

Not everything is a mermaid that dives into the water. Russia

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Sunday Times (Sydney, NSW : 1895 – 1930), Sunday 7 July 1929,

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Heard the Mermaids Singing

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
T. S. Eliot.

I heard the mermaids singing
and wished I had not heard.
I heard the mermaids singing
a song that has no words.
I heard the mermaids singing
“Come, walk into the sea,”
and all the waves that break are like
white horses sent for me.

I heard the mermaids singing
and wished I could forget.
I heard the mermaids singing
and walked away, and yet
I heard the mermaids singing
and hear them singing still.
As water to a wall of sand
their singing to my will.

http://www.jungleredwriters.com/2012/08/mermaids-and-other-noir-poetry.html

I assume it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake – as almost all hats are.

~Nikolaus Laszlo, Nora Ephron, and Delia Ephron, You’ve Got Mail

http://www.quotegarden.com/butterflies.html

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Under My Hat

 

Under my hat is a horse

I rode when I was ten

Under my hat is a house

Or five or six or seven.

 

Under my hat is a story

Half-true or true or false

Of nights of booze and poetry

Of songs and a sweet slow waltz.

 

Under my hat are opinions

That have made me friends or foes

When you march to insistent drums

It depends how the current flows.

 

I’m a hoarder, a keeper, a snail

That needs a pile to crawl under

My hat shields a regular haul

Of trivia, jetsam and plunder.

 

And what of the secret places

Where you and you cannot tread

The dark and the dismal traces?

They’re under the hat on my head.

BARRY BREEN

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2013/09/18/18-september-under-my-hat/ 

I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. Dylan Thomas

http://www.drmardy.com/chiasmus/types.shtml

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I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”

Stephenie MeyerTwilight

In reverie they emulate the noble mood Of giant sphinxes stretched in depths of solitude Who seem to slumber in a never-ending dream. Baudelaire.

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IN WREATHS OF SMOKE

In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise,
Faces of olden days uprise,
And in his dreamer’s reverie
They haunt the smoker’s brain, and he
Breathes for the past regretful sighs.

Mem’ries of maids with azure eyes,
In dewy dells ‘neath June’s soft skies,
Faces that more he’ll only see
In wreaths of smoke.

Eheu, eheu! How fast tine flies–
How youth-time passion droops and dies,
And all the countless visions flee!
How worn would all those faces be,
Were they not swaithed in soft disguise
In wreaths of smoke!

Frank Newton Holman

http://fujipub.com/ooops/quotes.html

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it is a pity that you use it so little. – Rachel Carson

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Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don’t believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave; be strong. Exercise because it’s good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason.”

― Andrew Solomon, The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression

All the world is mad save for me and thee, and sometimes I wonder about thee. – Old Quaker saying

http://www.wiseoldsayings.com/humorous1.htm

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A warrior who had more than he needed would make a feast. He went around and invited the old and needy. . . The man who could thank the food—some worthy old medicine man or warrior—said, “. . . . look to the old, they are worthy of old age; they have seen their days and proven themselves. With the help of the Great Spirit, they have attained a ripe old age. At this age the old can predict or give knowledge or wisdom, whatever it is; it is so. At the end is a cane. You and your family shall get to where the cane is.”

Black Elk, Oglala Sioux holy man

Love came up to me showing me that a contented mind is best for growth.

  • Sacred text: The Yasna 43

http://www.wisdomcommons.org/sessions/new/trackback

 

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Late Summer Fires

LES MURRAY

The paddocks shave black
with a foam of smoke that stays,
welling out of red-black wounds.

In the white of a drought
this happens.  The hardcourt game.
Logs that fume are mostly cattle,

inverted, stubby.  Tree stumps are kilns.
Walloped, wiped, hand-pumped,
even this day rolls over, slowly.

At dusk, a family drives sheep
out through the yellow
of the Aboriginal flag.

 

from
Subhuman Redneck Poems, 1996

The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.

REBECCA WEST, The Meaning of Treason

http://www.notable-quotes.com/t/truth_quotes.html

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Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don’t necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk.
Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

most Substance-addicted people are also addicted to thinking, meaning they have a compulsive and unhealthy relationship with their own thinking.”

― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.”

Agatha Christie

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“YOU SEE THEM SOMETIMES.

They’re just out of the corner of your eye, when you’re not expecting them, and sometimes if you close your eyes very, very tightly, and open them quickly, there will be a quick flash of them behind your eyelids before they dissipate.

They are the echoes of deja vu, they are the regrets that are fleeting, they are that which you didn’t know you missed…

They are everywhere and nowhere.”

― Peter David, The Quiet Place

No medicine cures what happiness cannot.”

― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

Marcel Proust

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.”

― Nick Drake

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”We need a type of theatre which not only releases the feelings, insights and impulses possible within the particular historical field of human relations in which the action takes place, but employs and encourages those thoughts and feelings which help transform the field itself.”

Bertolt Brecht

Goomblegubbon with two strong chicks happened by. Dinewan laughed and laughed at poor Goomblegubbon “A bird’s strength lies not in his ability to use his wings Silly Goomblegubbon, strength is in your offsprings.”

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I finished off me schooner and walked right out the door.
I’d watched a strong man cry and couldn’t stand it anymore.
But still the memory lingers through the hubub and the beers.
Those famous words of shorty’s that re-echoed in my ears.

‘I hope your chooks turn into emus,
And peck your dunny down.
Peck your dunny down.
Really go to town.
I hope your chooks turn into emus.
Yes, I do, I really do.
And when they’ve pecked your dunny down,
I hope they peck on,
Hope they peck on,
Hope they peck on you.’

Satan’s Sibling

To the poor memories of drunks,’ she said. ‘To all the lovely nights forever lost.”

― S. Fitts

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“Elliot Rawley was a drinker, Cy’s mother had been right. And he was a poor drinker. One that let the demons of the bottle into his head when he tipped it back, demons that went about unloosing all the trouble they could find stashed in the catacombs of his mind. Every tragic thing that had ever happened, every self-doubt, every delusion, freed itself from bondage and revisited him when he drank.

― Sarah Hall, The Electric Michelangelo