I’d promised myself not to reference any more dead men when I came across a passage in Mary Carruther’s «Book of Memory» (1990) where Plato compares memory to a pigeon coot. He called it peristereon. As children our coots are empty, and as we grow older it fills up with pigeons. The pigeons represent pieces of knowledge. I wrote two verses after:
Klippedua er den ville formoren til brevduene
Brevduene er de tamme formødrene til byduene
Og byduene er brevduenes forvillede barn
Minnene mine er de ville mødrene til det jeg vet
Det jeg vet er den tamme moren til drømmene mine
Og drømmene mine er det jeg vets forvillede barn
Today the sky is blue. I forget why it’s blue, though I know I learned it once.
Miriam Myrstad (b. 1989) is an artist and poet. She studied at Bergen Academy of Art and Design (BFA) and Oslo National Academy of the Arts (MFA). Her most recent solo exhibition was “Moral” at Palmera, Bergen (2019). She is also the author of the poetry booklet “Vi kommer i fred” (2011, Flamme forlag)
The exhibition is supported by Arts Council Norway.
Friday 28.05 – Sunday 30.05
Information for the audience:
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