On Thu, 19 Sep 2002 02:25, you wrote:
> I don't agree with John Updike's statement, the one you quoted,
Could onya Anny, nor do I! My short term memory is not worth a pinch of shit
and my long term one.... I simply make up..... call it fiction.... real
memory is a way of capturing you in a not very nice way, like that torture
chamber called Oedipus.
> > I am jealous of these people with memories. I have lived my life
> > in a dream and have little detailed remembrance of the past.
> > Only the broad outline. That is why I could never be a novelist
> > cos Updike says that a good memory is the first requirement.
> > I only remember vague bits and pieces. I supose I am only alive
> > in the present. Which is why I have had great difficulty in
> > adjusting myself to the thought of death recently. And not being
> > her anymore. But I seem to be getting there.
> >
> > One of my few memories that does come back is going to the local
> > dance place on a SAturday night at 17 and hearing all the 50s
> > music. 'Great Balls of Fire' comes to mind. But my memories
> > are very sparse.
> >
> >
> >
> > Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
> > Lynx: Poetry from Bath ..........
>
> http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
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