The history of remembering/forgetting

Isn't it written somewhere, to be sunlight, not history? Home, not here, in sunlight, late. We ask to be absolved, and elemental.

What great simplicity is this if not time on my hands? All the elements seen, n-1, . It was never about you, Z; it was always about you. What name or symbol for the unseen element of our lives? 

There she was, fizzing out of my life, streaming away, a white trace of possibility all that remains. Not quite discovered, erratic, unpredictable, and wholly and deeply problematic. Prone to memory loss, if I've got that right. And that's just the start of it.

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In the history class the bespectacled teacher asked: "If you could be anyone in the world, who would it be?"

I would be that person who didn't come to class today, the person who sat under a tree and was a simple red 'x' on the attendance register, living a shadow-life.

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I never wanted to be myself, thought the puppet. All wood and strings, one glass eye to make me look half real.

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A cloud is just a cloud. There's no metaphysical foundation, no picture album to remember it by. It rolled into your view and out, straight out and beyond. It was that simple, really. It had no relation to yesterday's formation and knew absolutely nothing of tomorrow. Denise saw one dissolving before her eyes and was speechless. Constable, even with his quick hand, alert mind, stopped, amazed, and put his brush down in case he missed it.

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Bringer of light, the ancient Greeks said, their own light a distant memory. Centre of moment, of childhood, of the morning.

"In this moment" "before" "anyone, ever" "died""before we were born?"
"in this moment forever before" "before we went to war"
"Before we died" "In this moment, now" "In this moment before, it is
not before" In this very moment" where is it" "where we
haven't died" "or died inside" "In this moment we haven't" "in this moment no one" "in this moment, no one has ever, died" 

{words by Alice Notley}