Fernando Pessoa, from text 208, The Book of Disquiet, trans. from the Portuguese by Richard Zenith (New York: Penguin, 2003).
This passage made me think of Ted Berrigan’s poem “Cranston Near the City Line.” Which in turn made me think of the bamboo aperitif cups in my grandparents’ house. Exactly like these.
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Sunday, May 3, 2020
“Nostalgia for scenes”
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Oh, yes! Sometimes I come across a thing donated to the thrift store that I haven't seen since childhood, and I see an entire scene around it... usually accompanied by a pang of longing, and sometimes by shock:
"I didn't know this thing was an actual thing, I thought it only existed as a memory."
It reminds me of Proust's triggering moment.
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