Johanna Odersky / Memory Aids
In the presence of an event or in its absence ___________ here, let it wash over you, here _____________
Sugar mammal, slit throat
Infinitely tender in your cadence
Telling people you love them
Selling them ice cream
Holding their hands on an airplane
Forgetting you’re not in Heaven
Then forgetting you’re in Heaven
Then forgetting nothing
Remembering it all
Forgetting this is what heaven feels like
Like a manageable sucking
I gave pleasure to paintings 30.000 years ago
I am etching “here” into my lover’s language, Here, I was here,
her body changes the lines Here in these frames many voices speak, a cacophony and each is diffractively threaded through and enfolded in the other.
The social depends on more or less convenient agreements of how to measure space and time
Lines are created as an effect of the repetition of certain walks and expressions
Laugh lines, furrows through the fore
Well walked upon forest paths. But the paradox of the footprint is that lines are both created by being followed and followed by being created.
if memories are stored in the body, then to remember is nothing less than reincarnation.
into my lips April
It is by following some lines more than others that we acquire a sense of who we are.
Yesterday we sold out of pistachio, cookies and cream, matcha, earl grey lavender
Body orients towards person with strands of curly, gray hair. i ask: waffle or wavers she says she hasn’t had wavers in fifteen years, proceeds to call the moment “prustian”. i have no idea what she is saying, respond “prustian ice cream temporalities,” she laughs approvingly, the line behind her is getting long, what would it be like to lick, where the ice cream goes it drip drops onto her collar bones her neck her fingertips i’d like to suck them gently make her giggle quick and sticky it is a 100 degrees, she says, whats your name on venmo, i want to tip you i say theres a tip jar right there, she says, but your name, i say yes
three more times Here it smells good down Here would you like a sample
Sugar mammal, open throat
Tethered to the thickest part
Life is full of far and close most of all
it’s the breezy stuff that keeps me Here
- Amanda Monti