{"id":2083,"date":"2013-02-15T17:39:06","date_gmt":"2013-02-15T22:39:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stlydias.org\/blog\/?p=2083"},"modified":"2013-02-15T17:39:06","modified_gmt":"2013-02-15T22:39:06","slug":"recursus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/2013\/02\/recursus\/","title":{"rendered":"Recursus"},"content":{"rendered":"
by Michael Palmer<\/p>\n

The voice, because of its austerity, will often cause dust to rise.<\/p><\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The voice, because of its austerity, will sometimes attempt the representation of dust.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Someone will say, I can\u2019t breathe\u2014as if choking on dust.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The voice ages with the body.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It will say, I was shaped by light escaping from a keyhole.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or, I am the shape of that light.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It will say, For the body to breathe, a layer must be peeled away.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It will say, What follows is a picture of how things are for me now.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It will say, The rose is red, twice two is four\u2014as if another were present.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The dust rises in spirals.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It will say, The distance from Cairo to anywhere is not that great.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As if one had altered the adjustment of a microscope.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or examined its working parts.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Possibly an instrument covered with dust and forgotten on a shelf.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Beside a hatbox and a pair of weathered boots.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The voice will expand to fill a given space.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As if to say, This space is not immeasurable.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0This space is not immeasurable.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0When held before your eyes.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And which voice is it says (or claims to say), Last night I dreamt of walls and courses of brick, last night I dreamt of limbs.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As you dream\u2014always unwillingly\u2014of a writing not visible and voices muffled by walls.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As if the question: lovers, prisoners, visitors.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The voice, as an act of discipline or play, will imitate other voices.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0This is what I am doing now.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0This is what I\u2019m doing now.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The clock behind my back, its Fus\u00e9e mechanism.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Voice one recognizes from years before.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Beneath water, hidden by a spark.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Here at the heart of winter, or let\u2019s say spring.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Voice with a history before its eyes.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With a blue dot before its eyes.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0History of dust before its eyes.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It will say, as if remembering, The letter S stands for a slow match burning.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0On the table before me.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0No numbers on this watch.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And I live in a red house that once was brown.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A paper house, sort of falling down.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Such is the history of this house.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It looks like this.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Looks just like this.<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0We think to say in some language.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

by Michael Palmer The voice, because of its austerity, will often cause dust to rise.   \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The voice, because of its austerity, will sometimes attempt the representation of dust.   \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Someone will say, I can\u2019t breathe\u2014as if choking on dust.   \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The voice ages with the body.   \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It will say, I was shaped by […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2083"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2083"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2083\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2085,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2083\/revisions\/2085"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2083"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2083"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2083"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}