Prompt #138 The memoir project
the memoir project
We Write Poems:
It strikes me that this may be one of the differences between youth and age: when we are young, we invent different futures for ourselves; when we are old, we invent different pasts for others.
~Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending
It strikes me, dear poets, that we invent a lot. When we write, we often go searching into the past. And then we start to weave a fantasy around it. A fantasy that could surpass the facts. Just over Christmas, we had lots of reminiscences, about how it used to be, when we were young. That sort of thing. It all sounded so grand, like some… how “[Tom in The Great Gatsby] would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.”
I’m also struck by how several novels I’ve read in the past year were memoirs that rewrite the past, weaving fantasy with history. It is also entirely possible that the narrator has brought the past into the present. Eg Iris Murdoch’s The Sea, The Sea. Which is really how we live in the present. How else does one live? And if it’s written in the third person, then there’s always that sense of mystery isn’t it, unless it’s an omniscient narrator. Eg. Neil Bartlett’s Skin Lane. The conclusion I’ve come to? It’s that memory is not just revisited, but reinvented.
So this will be your prompt for the week. Write a poem about how the past is reinvented through memory, through writing.
I’ve already written a poem to this memoir project if you care to read. See you in a week with your poems for this prompt!
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