Jenny George – Aug 5, Iyengar II & I

The tricks, traps and mysteries of memory have take up a lot of space in my brain this week. This piece about the nature of memory from talented local poet Jenny George, helped.

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I forgot the prairie because it stood

so still. I forgot the clouds because

they were always moving. I forgot

the taste of water because it lay quietly

inside the taste of everything.

I forgot a childhood when it disappeared

through a hole in itself. Later, mushrooms

emerged from the damp soil.

The way to keep something is to forget it.

Then it goes to an enormous place.

Grass grows to the horizon like hair.

In the sky a cloud goes on naming

and unnaming itself.