‘Memory.’ ‘Race.’ ‘Murder.’ That’s what they say about me. I am an elegiac poet. I have some historical questions, and I’m grappling with ways to make sense of history; why it still haunts us in our most intimate relationships with each other, but also in our political decisions.
I don’t decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.
My obsessions stay the same – historical memory and historical erasure. I am particularly interested in the Americas and how a history that is rooted in colonialism, the language and iconography of empire, disenfranchisement, the enslavement of peoples, and the way that people were sectioned off because of blood.
I was probably unusually close to my parents, so I do what I can now to preserve the integrity of their memory. The Holocaust deserves to be remembered.
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
A day will come when other Israelis will be launched into space in the service of science and progress. For them and for us, Ilan Ramon will always be a source of inspiration as Israel’s space pioneer, and his memory will be engraved in our hearts forever.
It is fitting that a liar should be a man of good memory.
Let the past be content with itself, for man needs forgetfulness as well as memory.