This is a collection of comments holo-

graphic memory. I can't conjure up images 

in my mind. I have no mind's eye aphantasia 

 but I feel muscle memory. Intrigued by Henri-

Bergson and Iain mc Gilchrist and the divided 

brain. Rupert Sheldrakes morphic resonance 

and Alan Watts backward law.

These great men, great poets like Carver, 

Kavanagh and Pessoa are a few. I don't 

let on to know these great works or form, but their basic 

the vibration of life helped me live with a broken mind, 

to accept my broken imperfection and make my words 

for me alone flow.

They are on to something dealing with literature

and scientific fact. I used to write about dreams

and imagination. I had a massive stroke that wiped

my left brain of forty-five years of memory. 

It has taken me twenty years to get to this point. These

great writers like Michaux and James Simmons.

I am so privileged to stand up and sit down on my throne

Wheelchair. These great men gave me the write

Hemisphere. Marguerite Dumass wrote on her

Studies on melancholy: 

When you find yourself in a hole at the bottom 

of a hole, you realize that only writing will save you.

That and John Berrymans blind-brow, John Keats

negative capability and the magic hand of chance I live 

with that negative capability, I am still on that spectrum 

of negativity. 

2005, I couldn't read or comprehend a sentence; writing was like fishing with maggots. They were all 

over the show, but I rewrote my doggerel comments for the moment. I don't have any emotional

 engineering, so past and present don't exist in my world.

I don't even know if my children were born in childhood or 20 

years of marriage, but my pomes are vehicles of holo--

graphic memory, attempted suicide twice, and left

to deal with my own suicidal tendencies. Even the mental

health couldn't tell  they hadn't a clue about aphantasia

even G.P. had never heard of it, and it was diagnosed 

in 1508.

 

I found out on YouTube from a guy who attempted

Suicide twice. He couldn't picture his dead mother

in his broken mind

So much for N.I.Mental health. I found out my own

Way through, and it's been Aphantastic, I am dignified

disabled.

 

A flick up on my blog of hopeless hope. I don't

come to this from a scientific mind. I know that my

mind is broken, I no longer have the brainpower to

Teach creative writing. Fernando Pessoa wrote in

The dream of being alive it's not necessary just to

Live but to feel that's good enough for me.