Memorial

I can’t forget
I can’t forget
but I don’t remember what.

— Leonard Cohen

It darkles (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world. Yon marshpond by ruodmark verge is visited by the tide. Alvemmarea! We are circumveiloped by obscuritas.

I can’t forget
I can’t forget
but I don’t remember who.

— Leonard Cohen

The mar of murmury mermers to the mind’s ear, uncharted rock, evasive weed. Only the caul knows his thousandfirst name, Hocus Crocus, Esquilocus, Finnfinn the Faineant. Doth all this two way teleopic come aft to you, puritysnooper, as eft it were longtimes ofter when Potollomuck Sotyr or Sourdanapplous the Lollapaloosa put back Omega with the beths of alpability? The charges are, you will remember; the chances are, you won’t. We are recurrently meeting em, par Mahun Mesme, in cycloannalism, from space to space, time after time, in various phases of scripture as in various poses of sepulture.

The Restored Finnegans Wake, 200-01

I can’t forget
I can’t forget
but I can’t remember what.

— Leonard Cohen

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