Proust
In Search of Lost Time so
very worthwhile
he wrote of impressions which author Michael Pollan distills “. . . the
things we perceive or the things that happen to us leave their marks on us,
marks that, taken together, makes us the singular selves we are.”
“Every impression come in to parts,”
Proust writes, “half of it contained within the object, and the other half,
which we alone understand, extending into us,” leaving the impress of that memory
“an inner book of
unknown signs” “the obscurity within us,
which can never be known by other people”
shakes up John Donnes 1624 phrase “No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every
man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away
by the Sea, Europe is the lesse . . .”
. . . intire of itself
however
thats the way he saw it
. . . the obscurity within us . . . can
never be known by other people
times are
also unknown to him
times he relishes because he thought hed know
mutters Ill sleep on it
he sleeps wakes remembers
Fuck No idea
no ideaideas fascinate him
Youre a mystery to yourself
Yabetcha bucko buckeroo brother broheim
One ofem strike you
I like
broheim
Yabetcha broheim
I am I have mysterious ways I don need to know
Isnt tha outlandish
You been readin over my shoulder while
Im at Berkeley Breatheds cartoon strip
shaking their woolly head
Im not followin
Gawd I hate sayin
Say
Speak
Outland
Oh
Outlandish
Thought youd be quicker than tha given your habitat inside my head
No
Lotsa compartments cubbies rooms doors doors to nowhere too many to count
Ive tried
Jah
Me too Me too
1345, Saturday,
9 5. 26
0957, Monday,
11 5. 26
Billy Preston Will It Go Round in Circles https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fu8LUFyNQy4
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