Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
“Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!”
~John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
My poem from the September Ghost City Review was originally called “Presence.” Fortunately, a very perceptive workshop friend pointed out I was overlooking a better title that was right in front of me.
In its defense, this is where “Presence” (the title not the poem) came from:
“Catholicism is a culture of sacred presence. Relics of saints (pieces of their bodies or objects touched to their bodies); water, soil, or other matter associated with sites of miraculous events; statues, images and crucifixes are all media of presence.”
“Never deprive the reader of opportunities for multiple exegeses.”
C.D. Wright, Cooling Time