June 22, 2015 at 08:54PM on Facebook

Mary Ruefle on erasure. Her approach differs greatly from mine, but I agree with her conclusion:
“And that, my friend, is the art of erasure, as it is enacted in your own life, and all lives: life is much, much more than is necessary, and much, much more than any of us can bear, so we erase it or it erases us, we ourselves are an erasure of everything we have forgotten or don’t know or haven’t experienced, and on our deathbed, even that limited and erased ‘whole’ becomes further diminished, if you are lucky you will remember the one word water, all others having been erased; if you are lucky you will remember one place or one person, but no one will ever, ever read on their deathbed, the whole text, intact and in order.

“First your life is erased, then you are erased. Don’t tell me that erasure is beside the point, an artsy fragment of the healthy whole. If it is an appropriation, it is an appropriation of every life that has preceded your own, just as those in the future will appropriate yours; they will appropriate your very needs, your desires, your gestures, your questions, and your words.

“Or so I believe. And I am glad. What is the alternative? A blank page.

“I am all the book remembers of itself.”

Quarter After Eight – Mary Ruefle – On Erasure