In the eyes of one child
There are days when we forget ourselves, remember ourselves, forget ourselves again.
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/weekend/01-19-2008/dog%20ears.html
posted by slowmotion @ 10:23 AM
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Monday, January 21, 2008
There are days when we forget ourselves, remember ourselves, forget ourselves again.
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/weekend/01-19-2008/dog%20ears.html
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- Name: slowmotion
"Bullfighting, it seems to me, gives us a clue. Kill the beast by all means, they say, but make it a contest, a ritual, and honour your antagonist for his strength adn bravery. eat him too, after you have vanquished him. Look him in the eyes before you kill him, and thank him afterwards. Sing songs about him.
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To bravely (or foolishly) turn our backs on one path, and now, with no choice but to stay here and tough it out, we like to do this to ourselves, no? Like a one-way maze. Haay. It scares me sometimes, these little points-of-no-return.
I read in a book once, on memory and Chinese lit, about how humans suffer from boredom or anguish simply because we remember, and we remember when things repeat themselves. And what we repeat are the things that are the incomplete and imperfect. While what is perfect is forgotten, no use for memory, or what-ifs.
I don't know what my point is. Hehehe. I just remembered this when I read your essay.
Dinagyang naman this weekend.
"There are days when we forget ourselves, remember ourselves, forget ourselves again."
Hello Larry,
It makes me think of cell renewal, or cell regeneration, of the phrase "we're not the same people we used to be". Not the same people at the molecular level. Where, then, does memory reside? Or is memory a thought-habit?
I'm taking a class on consumption habits (focusing on food and the city, but on other consumables [ingestibles and regurgitables and vomitables too]--identity and bodies, for instance). It reminds me of why you said Ana was afraid to meet me, that I would "consume her".
When I was a child I was afraid I would forget who I was and where I came from. The fear came from watching too many telenovelas where someone usually gets abducted and has their memory erased, or they fall down and hit their heads, and they have amnesia and live new confusing identities. I told my 7 year-old self that I should tattoo my name and address somewhere on my body, so I can never forget.
But these days when I don't even know where and to whom I can go back to, I'd like to forget myself to the extent that I would even stop signing the ends of letters with:
Always,
Frances Cabahug
Frances, thinking about cell renewal, I can't help but think of Sharon Cuneta and this new ad she has for vitamins about becoming the new you. Might be on you tube. Go figure. hehe
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