Felisberto Hernandez piano stories

Approximately two hours ago I finished Felisberto Hernandez's book Piano stories and since then I've baked my body on damp grass like a breathless trout, become so incredibly drowsy, went home, drew the shades partly only allowing golden ropes of the sun to slither in. And am now upside down with my feet resting on books of the top shelf, aiding my migrating blood, pooling, I imagine, in my skull.

I bought his book in San Francisco at City Lights a bookseller and publishing house at 261 Colombus Avenue. I carried the book all day climbing old hills. A lover picked me up with a fat bass in his back trunk. We bought burritos and walked up to the sunset and fell into the ocean.

Hernandez entered his life in 1902 via Montevideo, Uruguay. During his time, he married four women, published seven books, played piano for silent movies, and died, leaving life broke in 1964.

Piano stories has me thinking of lifes memories and traumas, and the relationship of the mind, life, and body to its' memories. It feels like sneaking in the back door of a psychiatrist's mind and reading their literature while they are out. It's going to the "special" school for kids who don't learn, "normal," behavioral issues.

It makes me question the images that come to my mind and repeat. I am curious and maybe cautious when I sit now and my mind goes directly to certain past events and runs around the edge of the memory manic like my old cocker spanial, wet nose to the fence growling. I wonder what other bench sitting peoples minds are doing as they stare without outside distractions.

I now wonder who these memories are, who they are to me. I fawn over them like a certain kind of mother, they are my children. Memories grow and die, change, experiment, and perhaps even fall in love with other memories, hold each others bodies cuddle and twine into each other to dream. Do memories dream? Memories as if they came from my own womb grew in me with some outside aid. Hernandez writes about the individual personality of each memory. Memories: shy, cocky, manipulative, and sneaky hanging, swinging, in the mind twisting around each other groping and teasing.

How does our body house information? Memories areconstantly being formed in the present. How do the new kids on the block behave, shy or charismatic? How does a trumtc event enter te body? Traumatic to all memories?