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Premeditated Amnesia 1 For nothing here is old, save for deep layers Of moss and muck and mouldering remains Civilisations lit by visions and fire Now lost beneath a Wal-Mart Parking lot Incuriously the tentacles of Now Slither more deeply into the pale past And churn up yet another housing estate At the corner of Kingsford Lane and Heather Way Near the Motorcycle Church, for piston prayers: For nothing here is old, save for deep layers 1”The U.S. is probably the contemporary world’s purest example of a society which is perpetually trying to abolish history, to avoid thinking in historical terms, to associate dynamism with premeditated amnesia.” -Alexander Woodside quoted by Susan Sontag: https://bostonreview.net/susan-sontag-interview-geoffrey-movius?utm_source=Boston+Review+Email+Subscribers&utm_campaign=b581739691-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2018_08_17_04_17_COPY_01&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_2cb428c5ad-b581739691-41080789
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
Premeditated Amnesia
Premeditated Amnesia 1 For nothing here is old, save for deep layers Of moss and muck and mouldering remains Civilisations lit by visions and fire Now lost beneath a Wal-Mart Parking lot Incuriously the tentacles of Now Slither more deeply into the pale past And churn up yet another housing estate At the corner of Kingsford Lane and Heather Way Near the Motorcycle Church, for piston prayers: For nothing here is old, save for deep layers 1”The U.S. is probably the contemporary world’s purest example of a society which is perpetually trying to abolish history, to avoid thinking in historical terms, to associate dynamism with premeditated amnesia.” -Alexander Woodside quoted by Susan Sontag: https://bostonreview.net/susan-sontag-interview-geoffrey-movius?utm_source=Boston+Review+Email+Subscribers&utm_campaign=b581739691-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2018_08_17_04_17_COPY_01&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_2cb428c5ad-b581739691-41080789
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
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