Remembering. Repeat.

To try.

Try to

re

member.

Stitching together the dismembered, again.

It is “us”?  “That”?  A substance?  A trajectory?

A subject?  A story?  (Fable)?

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What might re-member, and re-member what?

Sensations?  Who?  Events?  When?  Experiences?  How?

Is re-membering an aspect of Why?

Moods?

Times?

Being?

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Where are the members to be re-stored, re-gathered, re-composed, or freshly constituted?

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That pre-(before)-fix (secured, pinned, stayed) “re-“.  To do over, again, re-peat.  Peat is a furry humus, a difficult detangling.  Nigh impossible to dismember without caveat or faith.  Some belief in categories or divisions, de-cisions, parts and wholes, composites and particles, atoms, scales, cells, waves or functions… no longer “peat.”  How would one forge that again?

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Moist and messy tangle, eons into bog…

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I thought.

Thought “it” – “I”.

Knifeblade activity.

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Peat.  Re.  Member(s).

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Desire.  (Mood?  Emotion?  “Drive”?).

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Prompted to thicken.  The caked, flaky, dry – toward some humid, muddy moor.  A memory.

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To re-member one must pre-fix.  In order to carve members to append and rivet.  Desiccate to gather.  Continuous forgetting forging together.  Organic?  Decomposition’s ritard?

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Where does one go for the matter of “parts”?  Ingredients for concoction, for the rotten mixing and blend.  A meaning dependent on decay.

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What is it we spoil in re-membering?

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Experiencing.  Out of – perceiving – in to.  Wherefrom, wherefore, this ‘out of’?  And the in-to flows – ?  The membering limn.  The meeting-joints. The fields of grave. Are there objects?  Is it obstacle?  In-to-eruption?  Happen-stance?

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Vivisection for autopsy – our arbitrary blade.  Figures cut.  Marking the joins, indivisibly.  Perception.  To sieve-for.  For what?  For whom?  In the mire.

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Try.

Try to re-member without division.

Immersively, immanently, experiencing… without within, within without.

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Re-peat.

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4 thoughts on “Remembering. Repeat.

  1. Malin Ellisdotter

    I like these thoughts of yours. I have a quote, one of my favorites from Twin Peaks; The Return… and it goes like this;
    “The Stars Turn and a Time Presents Itself…”

"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

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