Thursday, March 3, 2011
In this poem, the author talks about the difficulties of memory, how it's hard to remember exactly the way things were in the moment he wants to capture. He says it's difficult not to move the words around, to rearrange the way things happened. But he also says that sometimes language seems inadequate to describe the enormity of what one wants to convey. He was trying to describe his grandfather teaching him about engines, but he feels like he is not doing it properly. The author is trying to figure out which variation of the story works the best, but seems to conclude that none of them are exactly right. He wants the reader to really see what he remembers of his grandfather and helping him and the sour fruit and just the whole scope of his feeling and memory of that time, but there's just no way he can do that with words. But actually, I think the author does a pretty good job in conveying that, because the reader can understand the problem he faces, and the very act of telling us what he does sort of enlightens us to how he feels.