
{"id":2269,"date":"2012-02-03T08:21:23","date_gmt":"2012-02-03T13:21:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/?p=2269"},"modified":"2012-07-15T20:11:06","modified_gmt":"2012-07-16T00:11:06","slug":"he-finds-his-voice-forgets-it-again-by-mariel-glass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/he-finds-his-voice-forgets-it-again-by-mariel-glass\/","title":{"rendered":"He Finds His Voice, Forgets It Again&#8230; by Mariel Glass"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/mouth.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2270\" title=\"mouth\" src=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/mouth.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"585\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/mouth.jpg 585w, http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/mouth-300x128.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 585px) 100vw, 585px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>There is an old parable about a man in a lighthouse, but I have forgotten how it goes. It begins, \u201cthere was a man who came to a lighthouse.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I do not know why I am here, other than that I have always been here.<\/p>\n<p>Beneath the cliffs, I hear voices, wailing from the rocks.<br \/>\n___<\/p>\n<p>A kind of snow blindness.<\/p>\n<p>Tracts of white space like voids of stars bursting in the chest.<\/p>\n<p>The terror of being alone, unable to speak&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Opening and closing, the great valves of the sea.<\/p>\n<p>__<\/p>\n<p>The parable of a man who has forgotten the taste of sunlight, the smell of the water\u2026 who realizes after a long time that he inhabits someone else\u2019s memory, tries to speak with someone else\u2019s voice, tries to keep someone else\u2019s head above water\u00a0&#8211;<br \/>\n___<\/p>\n<p>I do not know the sound of my own voice. If were to speak, I would hear another.<br \/>\n____<\/p>\n<p>The loss is plain, unbearable, cold. The images will shatter us if we hold them inside too long. Mermaids\u2019 voices, burning like phosphor.<\/p>\n<p>____<\/p>\n<p>I was born near the sea and I have not left it. I do not remember my mother and father. I did not long to be born. Yet I am sure that the voices that whisper to me are not my own, the voices of the dead I once knew. Am I too a voice&#8230; or am I keeper of the pale light-shell of the dead?<br \/>\n____<\/p>\n<p>The parable of a man who lives in an unpeopled world. He finds one day that he too is no longer a person\u2026 I forget how the rest goes&#8230;\u00a0Songthroat of the waterwind, something about stars, the way she died&#8230; the sound of her voice.<\/p>\n<p>_____<\/p>\n<p>Absence, like water, and it folds and rushes down upon itself, too, like water, and she is everywhere, but the sea\u00a0takes her, rips her away from me- like loose seaweed torn from the rocks, she calls back to me.<\/p>\n<p>___<\/p>\n<p>The parable of a man who was once a singer, whose voice has been drowned in the sea, turned to water.<br \/>\n___<\/p>\n<p>A black wind crumples the sand. Her breath is inexhaustible. The wind rakes itself back through the cold waves. One-legged sandpipers fold together over the water&#8230; I whisper something, call to them, but they cannot hear me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is an old parable about a man in a lighthouse, but I have forgotten how it goes. It begins, \u201cthere was a man who came to a lighthouse.\u201d I do not know why I am here, other than that I have always been here. Beneath the cliffs, I hear voices, wailing from the rocks. 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