Speak, Memory: Nabakov and 49 other Authors on What It Is to Remember.
A beautiful collection of thoughts on how memory shapes, crafts, and claims both the creator and the creative process. Thank you, Paula.
Each in the most hidden sack kept
the lost jewels of memory,
intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,
the fragment of public or private happiness.
A few, the wolves, collected thighs,
other men loved the dawn scratching
mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.
For me happiness was to share singing,
praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.
I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:
my life had no use on earth.
― Pablo Neruda, from Still Another Day