Two writers separated by language, experience and two and a half centuries make complementary observations about memory. Here is Dr. Johnson in The Idler essay he published on this date, February 17, in 1759:
“The two
offices of memory are collection and distribution; by one images are
accumulated, and by the other produced for use. Collection is always the
employment of our first years; and distribution commonly that of our advanced
age.”
In the Fall
2002 issue of the journal Common
Knowledge, Adam Zagajewski writes about a friend and fellow Polish poet in “Poetry Versus the World: Remembering Zbigniew Herbert” (trans. Clare Cavanagh):
“It also turns
out that we have at least two kinds of memory. One is intelligent, educated,
not only able, but eager, to synthesize; this sort of memory sets down large
outlines, rational theses, vivid colors. But there is also a humbler sister,
the memory of little snapshots, fleeting instants, a single-use camera producing
atoms of recollection that are not only unsuitable for enlargement and standardization,
but seem even to take pride in their absolutely idiomatic character.”
When young,
Johnson suggests, the world is new and filled with wonder.
Accumulating impressions is a fulltime occupation: “[W]e have nothing more to
do than to open our eyes, and curiosity is gratified.” As we age, “Every
revived idea reminds us of a time when something was enjoyed that is now lost,
when some hope was not yet blasted, when some purpose had yet not languished
into sluggishness or indifference.” Memory becomes bittersweet torment. We
celebrate our memories of loved ones now gone, remembering our worthy dead, and
feel the ache of their loss. The dual nature of memory distills what it means to
be human. In the same essay Johnson writes:
“Whether it
be that life has more vexations than comforts, or, what is in the event just
the same, that evil makes deeper impression than good, it is certain that few
can review the time past without heaviness of heart.”
Zagajewski’s
essay was collected in A Defense of Ardor
(2004) and retitled “Beginning to Remember.” He writes: “After a death, everything
changes. The memory sobers, and settles down to its great labor. Now its goal
is synthesis. It longs to capture and combine all the scraps and pieces it
remembers, along with the thoughts they inspired, into a single portrait.”
That
portrait is not painted in the style of photorealism. Nor does it remain
unchanging. It can fade or grow more vivid. Watching film of the departed,
reading letters and journals, experiencing a seemingly spontaneous burst of memory,
can reanimate them:
“[W]e are
dealing with an open-ended project, with a process of remembering that cannot
be seen through to conclusion. Of course, you can write down recollections,
pronounce the words ‘the end,’ send your text off to the printer—only to
realize a few days later that you had forgotten something, left something out.
Often the most important something . . .”
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I've always been fascinated by Proustian telescopings of memory & the present, like Aeneas seeing the walls of Carthage, mentem mortalia tangunt; you also get it in some Taylor Swift songs/videos, e.g. Wildest Dreams or Style, it's as if you're living the moment but also remembering it sub species aeternitatis or at least from distant age or after the event; as if, to fully experience it you must impinge upon an obituarial note.
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