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A Peeling
Line from Robert Kelly A California Journal (1969). memory has its onion for the eye A line so good almost makes one cry. And so for day 585 20.07.2008
Musical Pathways
Gary Burton, vibraphonist, on formative impact of music education Burton believes the pleasure of music has a formative impact on the brain. In a sense, entertainment is education. It helps a child grow. At certain early ages, Burton says, the … Continue reading
Of endings.
From Andrew Holleran’s 1983 novel Nights in Aruba, from its concluding pages … our rather listless hero is looking for conclusion if not closure. I no longer believed when I awoke in the morning that I could, by lying still … Continue reading
Particularities
Like the faint scent of rue leaves brushed by a hand busy not noticing the transfer tucked into the grain of skin and knob of knuckle, every event has its focus, its diffusion. At some later point reminded … Thalia … Continue reading
Courteous memory and friendship
One theme that pervades Anne McCaffrey’s Killashandra is the occupational hazard of forgetfulness. It is directly linked to politeness. “[…] I can’t help it if singers lose their memories . . . and every shred of common courtesy.” “I’ll program … Continue reading
Sensing, Recording, Imagining
David Wojnarowicz in Close to the Knives invites a rethinking of the situation of the imagination: There is really no difference between memory and sight, fantasy and actual vision. Vision is made of subtle fragmented movements of the eye. These … Continue reading
Honouring
Mona Oikawa writes towards the end of “My life is not imagined: Notes on writing as a Sansei lesbian feminist” about her father’s experience of loss and how it informs her practice. I remember a story told to me by … Continue reading
Modes of forgetfulness
Anne Galloway author of Purse Lips Square Jaw rifts on the fashioning of forgetfulness. (And I forget in which entry or at what date) When I was at UbiComp, surrounded by examples of ubiquitous and merciless memory, I again wondered … Continue reading