I draw a blank when it comes to "earliest memories." Ideally, I could remember the kiss God gave my soul when it was created. Ideally, I could remember the song my angel sang when he was carrying my soul for installation.
But, this is not an ideal existence for remembering the innocence of long ago. There have been too many memories between creation and now Memories that crowd out, confuse or layer over The core. Onion like.
- 1997 Sean Casey Venable
OCTOBER
The most important thing I saw when I was a kid Was statues Just like tomatoes They were terrifically quiet
All along I have never understood The outstanding shape of men Some are as quiet as tree roots curling into the ground Others are perfect places in trouble A few have tried and tried to give me A special sense of history That is as deep as the darkest shoe
I predict that years from now The most expensive thing in the world Will be red leaves Eventually so little of today will be remembered That gravel will laugh And my heart wont mean anything
Til then as strange as it seems In fields and for lasting The best skill to have is not having.
- Hiram Larew, Upper Marlboro, Maryland
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