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The Art of Memory

  The Art of Memory When we can traverse the plains of memory, stopping at each fire to warm ourselves before we start again on our journey, there is a world inside a world that keeps going on to infinity.  If we are lucky enough to hear the eternal melody that is at work in these moments, many fine hours may come upon us.   But sometimes the solace and hospitality are too much and we live with our new found companions, taking them along wherever we go, as a shadow upon our eyes.  The memories of Thoreau, or the early frontier narratives of Indian captivity, are something that I have felt eternal and unchangeable in human nature, not for any piece of information they have given me, but because my melancholy has always found peace in their environment.  For some the world is old or the world is new, but the point is that we tend to look at it through memory.  One memorable event confounds all future celebrations; we remember so as not to forget, but we do not remember that we are able t

Anectahi's Chant

Here is an excerpt from a poem entitled Anectahi's Chant published in Woodland Poems. Anectahi's Chant The hearts of men rest Far from where they sleep And dream profusely In the night; absence Is the only joy That moves their spirits Closer to the form Each impression hides. Obscure be the ways In which their visions Turn truth in the mind To rename its fate, And by this, conceive Of present worth, false Entangled judgements Not to be escaped.