"Loss of consciousness resulting from insufficient blood flow to the brain" (or too much?): "FAINT" (is that an order?)
Blanked out & missed something
In between frames
"The loss of one or more sounds or letters in the interior of a word"
Aphasia
Fainted & lost something
Amnesia
Becoming less
"The los of one or more sounds or letters in the interior of a word"
Is the piece greater than the whole?
Is one piece greater than another whole?
Is the whole greater than the sum of its parts?
"The los of one or more sounds or l tters in the interior of a word"
Actors' characters have lost their memories & do not realize they were someone else---some piece of them having painted another story over the canvas of a preexisting history
"The los of one or more s unds or l tters in the interior of a word"
Does the piece contain DNA of the whole?
"T e l s on r re s u o l n h i e or a w r "
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Variations on a Mneme
We lose our identity only if we lose our memory. Otherwise we are propelled along, tied to the underside of our "self"-imposed story. We are drawn, quartered & reassembled every second.
We lose our identity only if we lose our memory. Yet the people who know us carry a part of us with them, a copy of a copy: their memory of who they perceived us to be. Our memory is gone, but their memories of us create a kind of a back-up.
We lose our identity only if we lose our memory. If some recollections remain, we may fill in the gaps ourselves, but others may reject our extrapolation. In the previous scenario, our loved ones are free to imagine us as they remember, but if we are still alive, and act differently than they remember, then we will appear to them as the hauntings of a corpse.
We lose our identity only if we lose our memory. Yet the people who know us carry a part of us with them, a copy of a copy: their memory of who they perceived us to be. Our memory is gone, but their memories of us create a kind of a back-up.
We lose our identity only if we lose our memory. If some recollections remain, we may fill in the gaps ourselves, but others may reject our extrapolation. In the previous scenario, our loved ones are free to imagine us as they remember, but if we are still alive, and act differently than they remember, then we will appear to them as the hauntings of a corpse.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Photograph
Old photographs are leaves.
We trace the subject down the bark of their history & into the past
where the branches of previous possibility appear like prints in a darkroom.
Photographs fade, just like potential.
We trace the subject down the bark of their history & into the past
where the branches of previous possibility appear like prints in a darkroom.
Photographs fade, just like potential.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Anamnesis
I am the Houdini of memory
I bear the iron impossibility of escape
Because memory pulls you down deep into the sea, chains tight & dragging you
But the key, the metal in the back of my mouth, is forgetfulness
One day I may choke on it & die
Not from the failure to escape
But from the knowledge that trying to makes me a fraud
I bear the iron impossibility of escape
Because memory pulls you down deep into the sea, chains tight & dragging you
But the key, the metal in the back of my mouth, is forgetfulness
One day I may choke on it & die
Not from the failure to escape
But from the knowledge that trying to makes me a fraud
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Benjaman's Memory
This amnesic believes his name is Benjaman with an a. He chose Kyle for a surname because he was found by a Burger King & the initials "BK" stuck.
The common conception is that his loss of memory is a tragedy, but let's think of the benefits. He can be whoever he wants to be. Furthermore, he can imagine himself to have been whoever he wants himself to have been. He has cast off the shackles of the past.
But the moral of the story is that it doesn't matter who he is or who he was. He is content with his life. Best of all, people care for him, despite lacking any facts about his background. All they know is he's a fellow human being, & that's reason enough to care.
The common conception is that his loss of memory is a tragedy, but let's think of the benefits. He can be whoever he wants to be. Furthermore, he can imagine himself to have been whoever he wants himself to have been. He has cast off the shackles of the past.
But the moral of the story is that it doesn't matter who he is or who he was. He is content with his life. Best of all, people care for him, despite lacking any facts about his background. All they know is he's a fellow human being, & that's reason enough to care.
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