three beers in the morning
and i'm, as usual, laughing
into them,
i'm reading an article about
a girl drinking her way into
credit card debt, fun moments
at the bar, and blackouts;
me? i practice the arithmetic
of memory all the time,
every time i wake up i keep
my eyes closed and recount
my dreams,
or past experiences,
it's hard, i know, it's not as easy
as remembering a, b, c, 1, 2, 3,
that's easy, with memory you
have to filter out inanimate things,
they're always going to be there,
you want to cherish the animations,
and there's no encoding of that
as you might encode reciting a word
or the number of miles using the
above stress symbols -
memory is a tough one, it's so poorly
developed / nurtured that people
had to create imagination, a fictive awareness;
me? i like memorising my life,
i think it was great, so far, so too tomorrow;
drinking hardly impairs some of your
cognitive faculties, given you can bellow
out a pig's laugh while drinking on your own;
but i say, being bilingual, not able
to read philosophy in english,
i have this terrible black hole of not
being able to remember the names of the months
in polish... January February through to December
via October is fine... but Styczeń, Luty, Marzec...
huh? and i still can't be bothered to remember
the alphabetical sequence... what's the point?
you see a monkey dancing on the cranium
of a dancing bear anywhere?
me neither, i'd sequence the letters as:
a, e, i, o, u... b... etc.