Forgotten Memory



“Forgotten Memory” 

This world of shadows looks for Light
where are the true leaders?

Where are the true leaders?

Analepsis crosses our closed minds.
In each of us something of fire exists 
like a forgotten memory.

Like a match it needs to be lit.


Candide Diderot. ‘26

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Candide Diderot

March 15, 2026 at 4:22 PM

“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth.” - William Faulkner

Candide Diderot

March 15, 2026 at 4:23 PM

“He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear....One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.” - William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

Candide Diderot

March 15, 2026 at 4:23 PM

“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.” - William Faulkner, Light in August

Candide Diderot

March 15, 2026 at 4:23 PM

“The past is never dead. It's not even past.” - William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

Candide Diderot

March 15, 2026 at 4:23 PM

“I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. (cont'd below)...

Candide Diderot

March 15, 2026 at 4:23 PM

The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.” - William Faulkner, Nobel Prize in Literature Acceptance Speech, 1949

Candide Diderot

March 15, 2026 at 4:22 PM

“In writing, you must kill all your darlings.” - William Faulkner