Monday, February 27, 2023

Trying to remember

When I woke up this morning and went to find Dave in his study/indoor workshop, he was sitting at his computer reading about the poet Edwin Brock. He said he'd looked for our Penguin Modern Poets collection of Brock and two other poets and he couldn't find it.

"We must have lost it in the fire," he said. 

But I thought we still had it and padded downstairs to the poetry shelf. But he was right. It was missing. I had thought it was one of the half a dozen badly scorched books he'd miraculously recovered from the ashes, like his precious Ezra Pound 

that he used to carry around with him at uni along with his T.S.Eliot collection. 

"But it wasn't Brock I was really looking for," he said. "It was another depressive poet but I can't remember his name. I'm sure he was in the same anthology."

I myself have been struggling to find my copy of Olive Kitteridge. I think I must have lent it to a friend but can't remember who or when. I'm cross I don't remember because I want to read it again - now!

For a long time after the fire I couldn't lend my books to anyone. Then I began, but only to good friends and only books I could bear to let out of the house. There are six books that never leave. Olive Kitteridge is in my second tier of books i.e. books I expect to read several times but am not so attached to I never lend them out.

It's all silly of course. I could buy other copies of ones that go missing. But it's not rational - it's emotional.

As far as memory goes (and it definitely does go) I've read three pieces by neuroscientists lately saying that alcohol is a neurotoxin and the last piece said you should give up drinking by the time you're 70. 

For some odd reason I went off wine after Covid in December and so I've been making the most iof this and trying to consciously keep it at bay ever since. I have had perhaps one glass of wine a week since Christmas (instead one a night as before) and I've only occasionally missed it. I've not given up. I'm just going to be more abstemious in future, because I need all the brain cells I can manage to keep.

The best poem about forgetfulness is one by Billy Collins. Even people who don't like poetry like this poem. I don't have permission to share it on the blog.

But you can read it here.

And you can listen to the poet reading it here.

I've just finished a painting and tidied my studio because tomorrow I'm off to Colorado. Yay!

I can't wait to see my two Boulder girls.

Here's C with the banner she designed

And here's L off to her first school dance

I'll see you when I see you.


Anonymous said...

Hope you have a fabulous time with your family in the US! Look forward to reading all about it. ✈️πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡²πŸ˜Š

Bladesgirl said...

Hi Sue, I haven't commented for a while but I look forward to your post and always find them of interest. Congratulations on your new granddaughter. Her arrival must have cast some light in this gloomy old world!
You were in my thoughts on Saturday as I had a solo trip into the Peak District and walked a stretch of the Monsal Trail, starting at Millers Dale this time. Very refreshing for the soul although I was disappointed not to have time to get to the Monsal Head viaduct - not enough time. I also visited the High Peak Bookstore which is a favourite of mine.
I hope you have a safe and very happy trip to see your family in the USA.
With all good wishes from Karen

Sue Hepworth said...

Thank you for your lovely messages, Karen and anonymous.
I am ill which is why my response is late.
Actually I’m so ill I had to cancel my trip.πŸ™