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i still remember running around at dusk with a jar, with childhood friends, chasing cockchafers (hrabąszcze); and this is at a time when there was inflation in the country, back then it was almost like Zimbabwe in Poland... and a major economic theory was being undermined... it's still honey to me, of course my memory has become a bit patchy, a bit tartan, a bit of a dalmatian, but i still remember bits and bobs... having a memory like that feeds the imagination, esp. if the imaginative expression takes root in symbols, rather than shapes and colours. it's mesmerising how memory is the equivalent of antimatter given imagination is the matter, because how easily does man conjure up elves, demons, angels and gods and talking lions, and how difficult he finds it, conjuring himself, aged nine - re-imagining things, the premise of the educational system, being tested like that, eroding memory like that, the corrosion of memory akin to teeth, how do we erode the enamel of our memories on pointless arithmetic and a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, m, n, l, o, p, q, r, s, t, u, v; w, x, y, u, z... you see, i only know the sing-along version of the alphabet, and i just didn't bother remembering it as such... god knows how i managed to remember january through to march ending in december.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
hrabąszcze
i still remember running around at dusk with a jar, with childhood friends, chasing cockchafers (hrabąszcze); and this is at a time when there was inflation in the country, back then it was almost like Zimbabwe in Poland... and a major economic theory was being undermined... it's still honey to me, of course my memory has become a bit patchy, a bit tartan, a bit of a dalmatian, but i still remember bits and bobs... having a memory like that feeds the imagination, esp. if the imaginative expression takes root in symbols, rather than shapes and colours. it's mesmerising how memory is the equivalent of antimatter given imagination is the matter, because how easily does man conjure up elves, demons, angels and gods and talking lions, and how difficult he finds it, conjuring himself, aged nine - re-imagining things, the premise of the educational system, being tested like that, eroding memory like that, the corrosion of memory akin to teeth, how do we erode the enamel of our memories on pointless arithmetic and a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, m, n, l, o, p, q, r, s, t, u, v; w, x, y, u, z... you see, i only know the sing-along version of the alphabet, and i just didn't bother remembering it as such... god knows how i managed to remember january through to march ending in december.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
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