Memory Palace – The New York Times

It was the first poem that you memorized “Pinkle Purr” By AA Milne. I was about seven years old when I faced it and immediately fascinated. It is a poem for children, four clips, all with the same rhyme AA/BB/AA sleep. It is a poem about Huraira, Pinkle Purr, his mother, tattoo, and changing relationship with Pinkle Purr, a type of “Cat in the Crade” for children, but it is less sad.

I do not remember any effort to save it; I just read the poem so many times that she worked on her way, so I knew her as I knew the topic songs in my favorite TV shows. I was wandering around myself, trying different voices and categorical pressures: “The tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr/nothing small black of the feet and fur; It was a contemplative and comfortable, and it is an internal metonum that I naturally returned to when I went back to myself.

Perhaps because I started memorizing poems early, before I was forced to do this at school, I never imagined this process as an interesting challenge, but rather a fun challenge, a way to take something I loved and made it part of me. As a graduate student, I saved Galway Kenyel “Small sleep rises hair in moonlight,” The lines that still appear regularly in my mind are unlucky – “kiss the mouth / that tells you, here, here is the world” – although I can’t remember everything anymore. I like that, amid practical information, anxiety and good and bad memories, a mental archive contains these parts of beauty, and songs that float in consciousness, beautiful echoes.

Last week, The Times Book Review A week -long challenge to help readers memorize “Recueo” by Saint Vincent Melay, “Recueo”. Full with games and videos. (Ethan Hawk recitation from “We were very tired, we were very happy, / we went back and forth all night on the phrase” is a pleasant and exciting thing; I would like to hear it “Pinkle Purr”. We flood the texts and texts and AI SLOP, the poem occupies a quieter corner and the least commodity of your awareness.