The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

August 15, 2018

Now in Montreal Rue Sanginuet

Now in Montreal
The story 38 years ago
I walk here now.
Now I walk here.
Now I cannot pass, beneath here.
Above here.
I cannot pass. I passed before.

(Or [In this contingent fact. I passed before.
Of one or another I passed before.
Of the light in the loft. Of the images.])

Never. Our lives are not in our lives.
Not by the short shot. Nor the long.
Not a bit of it.

Memory fills with the death of memory.
Memory has no name.

Then in Montreal.
I walk in Montreal. I pass.
I pass someone. Someone has no name.

And memory?
Memory has no name.

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