Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Recordings

I play old music recordings
listening
for questions
I've barely learned to ask

I search old notebooks
for answers
forgotten
like dried leaves pressed between pages

7 comments:

C said...

Did you find what you were looking for?

coyote said...

It seems to be a never ending process -- forgetting, and re-remembering. This is, of course, assuming I ever had any answers in the first place...

Fingers said...

The second para I can so relate to...

Day Dreamer said...

I search brittle photos
for faces
familiar
with names I cannot recall

coyote said...

fingers: I thought you might...

'dreamer: Oh, I wish I'd thought of those photos - I have plenty like that, too.

David Scrimshaw said...

A friend of mine told me once that her graduation speaker was the head of the National Archives and she gave the graduates one single piece of advice:

"Get a soft indelible marker and on the back of all your photos write down the names of the people in them. Years from now, you'll be glad you did."

coyote said...

This is excellent advice. We all forget. And if we don't, the ones that come after us often have no clue. Anybody who ever inherited a bunch of anonymous B&Ws from their grandparents knows this...

But what about all the pictures I didn't take? How do I mark them?