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Silence. Language falls silent. The alphabet retreats in no particular order into a “lackness of light”. Give it a name and try again. Corner. Corners as refuge. As shadow. As the opposite of light. “Retreats” as in by choice or “is driven” into a space of utter dark. Perhaps both. So. Language loses its identity. It no longer has a presence. The meaning is drained out of it. The departure of “sound”. The ‘audible’ of language is choked by this “new” Absence. Absence that disallows articulation. Meaning loses out to ‘meaning less ness’. Abruptly. Even with blatant force. Force of “Circumstance” as it un folds. An almost immediate “ab rupture.” A paralysis by choice or by some form of “command” from “external forcibles”. A deportation.
Within the silence resides a deeper silence – a thought made audible made borrowing while reading Anne Carson’s Nay Rather on translating that which is untranslatable and other thoughts – One with intent. Equally hidden. A place of implied safe ness. My use of “implied” as a word that suggests the tentative. The “almostdoubt”. Is any part of our being safe any longer? What if indeed it is. A place that is safe. Not compromised. In fact, the opposite. A place of resistance….
Source: ‘What happens when memory fails in its sworn task to remember?’: Musings as another year ends
