Friday, April 22, 2011

The weekly haiku

Childhood seems closer;
Last year, centuries ago;
Memory's telescope.
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JES said...

The different ways in which we perceive time and memories as we age is one of my favorite wool-gathering subjects.

Despite the conventional wisdom that one's short-term memory fades as one ages, from my vantage point of ignorance it has always seemed to me to make sense without considering the loss of brain cells. If you take as a given that the brain can only hold so many neurons, well, the more you stuff into it the more you've got to bump "off the top of the stack" (in computerese terms). And since the mind seems biased towards what it knows best, of course the most recently accumulated will be the first casualties.

Which is actually getting a little far afield from the territory of this nice little haiku. But, as I said: woolgathering.

[And the word verification is amusing in this context: rerota!]

April 22, 2011 4:17 PM
Froog said...

Glad you liked it.

Your piece the other week about songs you remembered from your early childhood probably started me off down this track.

April 23, 2011 6:56 AM

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