Figure [recursion]: a figure approaches

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I’m reading about art and the abyss.  The book was first published in France in 1955.  I read then gaze–longingly,  futilely–into the depths of my teapot.  I struggle to disclose in dissimulation some ceaselessly murmuring silence, some infinite-far which cannot be arrived at, though it entombs me.    If only, I think, suffocating in the extremity of my super-abundant exclusion,  if only I could SPEAK, not of art and the abyss, but of odalisques & the abyss, which is practically the same thing.

But first I have to answer the question that one amongst you– oh creatures of flight known as readers–posed…how did I get into my obsidian obelisk?  I will answer that, in my first attempt at popular entertainment, very soon.

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“In this communication it is obscurity that must reveal itself and night that must dawn.  This is revelation where nothing appears,  but where concealment becomes appearance.”–Maurice Blanchot, The Space of Literature, tr: Ann Smock

–The Odalisque