Socrates believed that writing was an evil thing, because it would remove the need for men to store things in their mind. Memory is a funny thing, sometimes out of no where it produces some useful tidbit of information or some helpful idea, other times, no matter how much you press it, it simply refuses to hand over something you know it has. Ever been talking to a person you know and simply cannot remember their name?
Some people have great memory and memorization, we've all heard of "Photographic Memory" and of highly trained spies being able to glance at something and then recreate it from memory much later.
So, memory, like the body, is a muscle that can be trained and strengthened.
In an attempt to improve my memory, I have decided to being memorizing various things as they strike my interest. For example, my first.
You must intoxicate yourself, if you are a modern man, in order to forget the oppressive burden of time.
I didn't see it as important to remember who originally said that, but I believe it came out of the Industrial revolution. How much more true now?
Next, my second:
The wise man should seek to sever himself, through long training, from all dependence on human society or material goods, until he has risen to a level of independence comparable to the god's themselves.
When I read that, it very well verbalized something I feel very deeply, especially more recently. It relates to the effects of urbanism, dehumanization, isolation, and urbanization, and some other things that I will write more on later, I think.
And now, one of my favorite pictures.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
And now for something completely different.
And now, a haiku!
And one from my brother:
Why is poetry so lost in our culture? Or is it really lost, or has it just changed forms? Where once we had stanza's and sonnets, we now have youtube videos and pop songs.
The days slide on by,
living quietly alone,
death without protest.
And one from my brother:
A black tsunamiI think his is much better than mine, and much a much truer representation of the original haiku form.
pale foam flashing in the dark
milk in my coffee
Why is poetry so lost in our culture? Or is it really lost, or has it just changed forms? Where once we had stanza's and sonnets, we now have youtube videos and pop songs.
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