Letter 20 – Mechanic of Memory
His mailbox opened & out came a
memory of camp. A
post card two cards.
Was this
the end of his daughter’s
childhood?
Most of the memories this day similar a
psychedelic flashback into the African
salon of consciousness
in
the woods @ 5000 feet in a
region of the park he could not
get lost.
A main exception. A
poet lost in memory
is a dead man yet
a wise man says we’re lost in
time always in past tense a
mechanic of memory
not in the present but more like
an
embalmer of the moment just passed
(Phrases
taken from Amalio Madueno
and Jack Spicer.)
© 2003 by the respective poets