An exchange: Memory
I am excited to publish Part 3 of An exchange, the side of Poetry & Process where artists explore a topic through an exchange of their art.
This month’s exchange is on Memory, a series of six pieces written over the past six months, poems from Brian Funke, author of Poetry & Process, and essays from Ann Collins, author of Microseasons. The six newsletters will be published in pairs over three weeks, each touching the topic of Memory , and each built from an aspect from the prior piece.
I hope you enjoy this collaborative effort on Memory.
Memory: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
From Memory: Part 2…
I like to think that each of us has a Library of the Mind, filled with thought-poems, where the stanzas and verses have no end. These great shelves contain the living, breathing scenes from our human lives, stretching backwards and forwards through time.
But time does not move in a straight line, does it? Time moves in a fluid way—it whirls into landscapes, always dissolving and re-forming. So too, memory is not linear. It spirals and twists and loops back on itself.
The Library of the Mind is written and re-written, over and over again, in the cannon of memory.
Ann Collins
Bookshelf
Brian Funke
It’s sort of like this, Shakespeare wrote of love and Pablo turned love into letters and you read love on the back of your eyes, noon sun on bare shoulders lead wherever she goes, still glistening in the front of your mind, two fingers trace the top of the spine and a glint in her grin she throws back to you, salt on your lips and you read the last page then find chapter one for you know a prologue cannot be written before the finale, and while you desire a particular end chapter two will be penned tomorrow, so tonight you shelve each volume with hopes of an encounter in your dreams.
This quick poem explores love through the eyes of one who is falling in love, placing this romantic story with its recent memories alongside books already written (volumes by William Shakespeare and Pablo Neruda) and desire of things to come, memories that are yet to be penned!
What strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you after reading this piece? We hope to see you in the chat!
Part 4 will be published tomorrow. May you remember the things to come…
Brian
A pure moment of beauty is a rare thing. I think a lot of us want to create and experience outrageous beauty as an act of defiance for the times we’re living in. People through the ages have always wanted to do this. It has a gyroscopic effect--a way to have beauty at the center, and all the ugliness spinning away. Far, far away . . . thank you, Brian!
Brian so many thanks for your lilting voice which gives this poem such depth. To say it is beautiful feels very inadequate, exquisite, divine, heavenly... ✨