Ricci created memory palaces in his mind. Each item in the palace represented a series of concepts. The rooms and locations within the palace served as directories and files, similar to computer data storage. Ricci instantaneously learned, retained and retrieved hundreds of new Chinese kanji, to the astonished delight of Chinese nobles.
Janet M. TavakoliTag: memory china memory-mapping archangels-rise-of-the-jesuits mateo-ricci
It is getting dark. In the low mists over the hills, an orange glow broods, as if the trees are on fire. Bats are flooding out from the hundreds of caves that perforate these mountainsides. I watch them plunge into the mists without any hesitation, trusting in the echoes and silences in which they fly.
Are all of us the same, I wonder, navigating our lives by interpreting the silences between words spoken, analyzing the returning echoes of our memory in order to chart the terrain, in order to make sense of the world around us?
Tag: memory forgetting silence-speaks
Since childhood, I was afflicted with a sick hypersensitivity, and my imagination quickly turned everything into a memory, too quickly: sometimes one day was enough, or an interval of a few hours, or a routine change of place, for an everyday event with a lyrical value that I did not sense at the time, to become suddenly adorned with a radiant echo, the echo ordinarily reserved only for those memories which have been standing for many years in the powerful fixative of lyrical oblivion.
Danilo KišTag: memory
Only a sentimental being would care about such everyday things—things used and discarded by the humans of their respective eras without thought, yet kept and preserved by an immortal who never forgot them. An immortal who loved and cared for them, dusting them off for an eternity, keeping their dead spirits as alive as he—stuck in their immortal tomb never to find the rest everything must eventually seek. Time had no meaning in this cavern of infinite age.
Michelle M. PillowTag: life eternity death memory vampire immortal keepsakes
I now know how your anger
came from skeletons
that rattled in your heart
and you couldn't escape them.
Tag: truth poetry memory anger haunted escape the-past skeletons
Losing you're co-remember meant losing the memory itself.
John GreenA child is asleep. Her private life unwinds inside skin and skull; only as she sheds childhood, first one decade and then another, can she locate the actual, historical stream, see the setting of her dreaming private life—the nation, the city, the neighborhood, the house where the family lives—as an actual project under way, a project living people willed, and made well or failed, and are still making, herself among them. I breathed the air of history all unaware, and walked oblivious through its littered layers.
Annie DillardTag: history childhood memory awakening
Deyr fé,
deyja frændr,
deyr sjálfr ið sama;
ek veit einn,
að aldri deyr:
dómr of dauðan hvern.
Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.
Neil GaimanMay you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.
Herculine BarbinTag: love loss sadness death memory grief intersex hermaphrodite
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