Memory is life. It is always carried by groups of living people and, therefore, it is in permanent evolution. It is subject to the dialectics of remembering and forgetting, unaware of its successive definitions, open to all kinds of use and manipulation. History is always the incomplete and problematic reconstruction of what is no longer there. Memory always belongs to our time and forms a lived bond with the eternal present; history is a representation of the past. -Pierre Nora, 1984--in The Age of Empire: 1875-1914, Eric Hobsbaum, 1987, p.1.

Merely to recount the course of events is unlikely to result in a better understanding of the forces at play. What we require first of all is a new framework and new terms of reference. It is this that these poems seek, among other things, to provide. -Ron Price with thanks to Geoffrey Barraclough, 1964, in The Age of Empire: 1875-1914, Eric Hobsbaum, 1987, p.1.

The above quotations were copied
from inside the cover of Hobsbaum’s
stimulating book on the beginnings of
this new age--while waiting to board a
flight from London to Tel-Aviv: 3/6/’00.

These quotations say alot about this
autobiographical poetry and about
any attempt I might make to convey
this pilgrimage in words. I have had
my pre-mini-pilgrimage-pilgrimage
to the O’ahu cemetery in Honolulu,
Wilmette in Chicago & Arnos Grove
in London on the Piccadilly Line near
Cockfosters-London has funny names.

I have had my visit home to the place
of my pre-pioneering days in that summer
of ’62 when I played baseball, filled slot
machines with nuts and capsules & slowly
discovered part of the world of the erotic
with the fresh flesh of a girl whose name
I now don’t even remember, but I find that
I remember the sweet touch of that flesh.

Ron Price
5 July 2000
Updated on: 25/2/'12