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H_ml_t, image by Daniel Y. Harris
Memory’s Ghost
(haunted by Hamlet’s dead father)
(haunted by Hamlet’s dead father)
Enter Memory. Exit Memory.
Re-enter Memory. Exit Memory.
Enter Memory. Memory beckons…
Re-enter Memory. Exit Memory.
Enter Memory. Memory beckons…
By
heaven, I’ll make a memory of him that lets me!
Exeunt Memory. Enter Memory.
Memory: Mark me. My hour is almost come.
Memory: Mark me. My hour is almost come.
Alas,
poor memory!
Memory:
Pity me not. I am thy father, revenge.
Murder most foul, I find thee.
Murder most foul, I find thee.
Ay,
thou poor memory.
There needs no memory.
There needs no memory.
It is
an honest memory.
The memory beneath swears
over and over and over.
over and over and over.
It is a damned memory.
I’ll
take the memo.
Me: Do
not forget
Enter Memory. Exit memory.
—Drew
Pisarra
