Memorare
Not a Poem
For My Mother
By Gail Vida Hamburg
“Soft steady
flame
of mustard gold,
you reside
where my third eye folds,
burning
away
dross and shards,
lighting all the dreaded paths.”
Copyright Gail Vida Hamburg
Conquered "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
"... Races condemned to one hundred years of solitude do not have a second opportunity on earth." -- One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez Annotation by Gail Vida Hamburg Author of The Edge of the World (Mirare Press) Whereas in the West, one thinks of “solitude” as a desired state, a reward for putting oneself through the daily machinations of industry and commerce; solitude as I understand it in Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s epic novel, One Hundred Years of Solitude , speaks of a different, sadder condition—not the European notion of existentialism, but a profound loneliness, a sentence of exile. Jose Arcadio Buendia and his men, and their families were wanderers who had crossed the mountains to find the sea. When two years had gone by and they had still not located it, they stopped at the bank of a river. Because they could go no further, nor return to the past, they settled on the ground beneath their feet. They called it Macondo—the city of mir
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