Recycled Poetry: Amnesia (Sep 06)

The weight of the fleeting dreams pushed me
To the fleeting realm of a virtual amnesia
I deal with the past as if it does not exist
I watch the time elapsed all neutral
And I know, my jubilee
That it won’t get back to me

Green or panoramic, silent or dynamic
I’m not sure how this densely populated terrain of matter
Turned into the hazing dryland that surrounds me and materializes everything
That passed, and became a tram note
Or a phone number
Or a buried scar
Or a boarding pass
Or a thin magazine
But almost never
A member of the undisputable certainty of true matter

I think life is interesting
Like the headlines on the first page of newspaper
Puzzling,
Like the crosswords on the page before the last
I think it’s also entertaining sometimes
Like the news on the last page
In all cases it is very much read
And thrown away on a table
Much like a newspaper
Before you move on to matters that matter more
One difference though
You are the news
And it is you..

Fringe 1: Consumable Memory

Accumulation of memory saves the day when things become a bit too bland. Luckily the past exists, and so does the capacity to daydream, and to be able to freely transform memories into a more consumable present moment.One serious blow to the value of memory is that it can be replaced with Polo mints, a walk down a corridor with rain pouring (not necessarily, a walk would suffice), or futile searches in insignificant magazines stacked on a desk begging for sympathy and thus advertising space. I sometimes do justice to the value of memory by replacing it with significant magazines: Forbes Arabia, Arabian Business, any combination of money and Arabia will do. In reality, Mondanite or black coffee are as entertaining, and as effective as their more 'mission vision' distraction tool counterparts in replacing the memory regurgitation game.