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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

Newly Published Poem: The Forest Opening

  July 20th, 2021 Triggerfish Critical Review has recently published Issue #26 with a poem entitled: The Forest Opening by Douglas Thornton. Please click on the following link to read the poem and the reviews that go along with it! Triggerfish Critical Review: The Forest Opening by Douglas Thornton

A Poet's Journal: February 23rd, 2015

  February 23rd, 2015 To have something meaningful before us, or produced by us, or in light of our imminent approach, is something we busy ourselves with without reprieve.  There is not the slightest question that we are fulfilled by something that is fulfilling, but it is only in our act of distinguishing it as a goal, or as a fact outside of ourselves, that we turn it into an accepted and pleasing form of nihilism. At the very end of dreaming, just before I awake, I am sometimes stricken by an immense form of inspiration, but upon waking, find that it was all just an illusion, or what I believed so full and rich, is no longer understandable, or is misinterpreted; the two worlds never seem to end in the same conclusion.  And so this is what meaning puts before us, it gives a desire to attain, but in attaining, it has already led us to something else.  Satisfaction only lasts as long as the attainment remains present, so it is only the worth of something that keeps us going.  To do so