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“But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which…”

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from Douglas Moore’s blog Art of Quotation one that hits home

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“But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which

repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself, into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously.”

Julio Cortazar, Agentinian novelist

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The Shitty Autumn by Choi Seung-ja

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a translation from the Korean by Geul on the blog Cardiac Slaves of the Stars

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(translated from the Korean by geul)

The shitty autumn bursts in.
Autumn like syphilis.
And death comes upon twilight,
that one paralyzed leg.

*

Everything loses moisture
the boundaries of all the roads crumble.
The recorded voice of yesteryear’s singer wilts
Hello? Isn’t this Juk-seon? It’s Juk-seon, right? Juk-seon
The telephone line loses the receiving end in mid-air
and lovers that have left don’t ever return even in dreams.

*

And — and memory’s pooling sewage
in the cheap motel of time stinking eternally of horse piss
I ask in a groggy voice returned from the dead
How far have we come? How far still to go
before the river becomes the ocean?

poem in original Korean

about the poet

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