Funes, the memorius

A woman is holding on to  the iron bars unwittingly . I  sit under the neem tree ,with a dog bark  heckling my right face. A bald young man is waltzing near the iron bars .

Morning after midnight I heard Funes , the Memorious.  He was a gorgeous pre-blind Borges on a Latin visit to Uruguay. Funes would later fall from his horseback and discover a new  phenomenal memory.

He would name each of the numbers up to  21,000 or so and remember to call them by the names.

Was it a bit of needless extrapolation?

I do not believe it is real. But Borges story is itself unreal, partly blind. His books stacked up to the roof and he could read all of them with the minds eye.

Funes cannot generalize. He cannot capitulate. He has details that do not add up. Funes is not Borges.


If Funes has every detail of every day of his life, what is the problem? If only he can junk them and keep only postulates till postulates are themselves junk-worthy.

Funes is concrete. He is stuck with  the stone pleats of a lake’s Standing Buddha . The  abstract Buddha meditating  under the Bodhi tree escapes him.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s