DeepSeek on Dementia

 Dementia

A striking and philosophically nuanced take on the experience of dementia. The poem reframes a symptom often seen as pure tragedy—short-term memory loss—as a potential liberation from the burdens of the past.

**Analysis:**

*   **First Stanza (The Paradox):** The opening line is deliberately jarring, calling the loss of short-term memory “a boon in disguise.” This forces a reconsideration of the condition. The “eyes” symbolize the immediate, present moment—the world of sensory perception and current interaction, unfiltered by the past.

*   **Second Stanza (The Burden):** Here, the poem defines what is being lost: “Recollection, remembrance” and, crucially, their constant companion, “regret.” This trio is named “the other great threat,” positioning a painful, regret-filled memory as an equal danger to memory loss itself.

*   **Third & Fourth Stanzas (The Hard Wisdom):** The conclusion presents dementia’s “wisdom” as a severing of ties to the past (“cutting the cord”). This painful break is also a “reward”—the “hard won” ability to see the things of youth *as* the past, without their emotional grip. It suggests a final, unlearned state of living in the present.

**Themes:** The poem explores the duality of memory as both a treasure and a prison. It questions whether identity is solely anchored in personal history and hints at a form of enlightenment found in release, however arrived at.

**Tone:** The tone is contemplative, paradoxical, and quietly radical. It avoids sentimentality, offering a cold but poignant comfort by finding a form of meaning within a devastating condition.

In essence, the poem doesn’t diminish dementia’s sorrow but insists on witnessing a different truth within it: the cessation of a lifelong internal narrative, leaving only the perpetual, unburdened now.

A Poem in Scots

3  Dec 25   

Significant Scots – Mark Boyd

Pound ABC’s p 134 on Cupid and Venus https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Alexander_Boyd#cite_ref-Pound134_1-0

I looked up the Pound.ref (ABCs, p. 134). I wanted to know which language he, E.P., was referring to, since the poem is in Scots.  This is sous-entendu in his wording, though the surrounding selections are in English.

Per Wiki, Mark Boyd spent much of his life in France, publishing two books of poetry in Latin while teaching in Bordeaux at the Collège de Guienne, where Montaigne had been a student. 

(I don’t know what strange atavistic impulse was driving me to delve into such things, though it is true that my middle name is Maclaine, and I distantly follow the affairs of the Maclaine Clan. So much for a personal spate of small-cap identitarianism.) 

“Capitalism” is the Elephant in the Room

The four ‘O’s that shape a bubble

This contribution to the “bubble of bubble talk” is one reason I read the FT, even though it is a tool of capitalism. In fact that’s what we need to do, to take and to use the tools of capitalism. 

This is an insight I owe  to my friend and almost not quite fellow-traveler, the late Loren Goldner. Over forty years ago he famously, to me, replied to my question as to how he always knew understood what the capitalists are doing: “I read the Financial Times.  There the capitalists tell each other flat out what they are doing.”

(To clarify: I said “not quite a fellow-traveler” because I was a “petty-bourgeois social-democrat”.)

The four ‘O’s that shape a bubble

https://www.ft.com/content/ff72f64b-fc58-4f11-9b75-e30f99031936

“The one constant trigger for a crash, going back to the railroad bubbles of the 19th century, has been rising interest rates and tightening financial conditions. So while we are clearly in a bubble, it could keep growing until the money inflating it starts drying up.”

Capitalism (Wiki)

 

3 Dec 2025

Nemo saltat sobrius nisi insanit

Thanks for this post. All fiction is speculative. But I admit I’ve never been a  fan of speculative or science fiction, though I am a proponent of science, and of speculation. Maybe because of its form, iambic pentameter, Turner’s Genesis is changing my mind.

 Grief, Shmief! I’m so sick of it.

Yet I’m stuck in the Ick of it

Struldbrugg

 When they came to fourscore years, which is reckoned the extremity of living in this country, they had not only all the follies and infirmities of other old men, but many more, which arose from the dreadful prospect of never dying. 

Wiki on struldruggg

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Struldbrugg

Or, as I  call it, Senemtia

https://alteritas.net/pastis/inventory/dementia/

Luggnagg

Or, as I  call it, Senemtia

The ick of it

The incomparable beauty of bossa nova

Poems during October

What Is the Good Life?

Chaparral Sunset

https://alteritas.net/pastis/inventory/deja-vu/

Canaan

https://alteritas.net/pastis/inventory/memory-the-mockingbird/  https://alteritas.net/pastis/inventory/plane-noise/

Turn not your eyes, leaves though they be,
to dazzle or blaze. Live off not light but light
transformed, simple, eccentric, stoic in the sun.

#CompKreyoLit

https://alteritas.net/GXL/?p=2013
The executioner

https://alteritas.net/GXL/?p=1879
Stichless seam

https://alteritas.net/GXL/?p=1648
Idols