I Remember http://www.alansondheim.org/thrust.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/first.jpg I will remember my birth and death, and the will to remember both. I will remember the death of President John Kennedy which will occur several years from now. I look back fonder than ever on the life and times of Bjorn. I remembered the war between Oklahoma and Florida, and the stream of refugees running up and down the Seaboard, eventually settling in the Jamaican Bay region of New York. I will look back fondly on the years of the great fires in the West when there were still things to burn. I remember the Great Fire in the West when the Sonoran turned to ash and the birds disappeared. Soon I will no longer have to argue at Brown about my M.A. in English; I have all the hopes in the world that my book An,ode, published by Burning Deck, will be approved. My father will probably die in the next decade or so and I won't have to listen to his taunts any more. Looking forward to Chris' and Tina's first album with their friend David. Our greatest blessings came with the simultaneous death of Putin and Trump and the end of all war. I need to get a computer, so many people are using them now. Whatever happened to Terry and Jasper? I remember loving their hit Possible Man Improbably Woman. I remember the time I got punched at Brown one night, breaking my nose, blood everywhere. I look forward to the end of the atrocities we committed in Vietnam and the wonderful peace of the world after that. I'll remember the enormous sea-horses and the peculiar behavior they evinced in the vicinity of fire burning across the ocean surface. Looking back, I remember the death of everyone I know and how unutterably sad that's been. I look forward to President Carter's inauguration; he'll bring peace and solace to the country. I will remember 9/11 2044 and the silence and silos that followed it. I remember the sadness of the last human speaking a language I could understand. I remember the first word I ever spoke and the kind woman leaning over my cradle, wearing an untoward amethyst pendant that bepoke incredible secrets of the soul. I will look forward to the almost prescient memory of myself making a mess of my life, but turning towards sainthood as I faced Real Madrid alone, deflecting the last ball of the European Championships. I won't remember writing this list, but living it. I will remember the Anthracite Strike of 1902 and the violence that engendered. I remembered you and I will remember you. I will have remembered you forever. And I will have remembered the unutterable sadness of writing this in a future of eternal dusk and fires, shadows clashing in the night. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
