I. Place name: from the ancient Persian, home of fires. The Zoratsrian plume,
the eruptive arcs of conflagrant fountains, the flame having burned for centuries,
if not millenia, if not from the beginning of time. For an eternity.
An eternity having ended soon enough, with its source siphoned out. Drawn off
'to light, to lubricate, and paint all the world.' The blaze dwindling, dissipated,
the Brahmins abandoning the temple. The temple then renovated, and left to the
tourists, for whom the flame had to be piped back in, artificially. A domestic import,
a diverted diversion, viewable each day between the hours of 9 and 6.
II. While on the horizon the ever thickening, man-made forest burns — brighter and
monumentally, daily darkening the sky.
III. The sky darkened. Dark: the color (as such) of that (more or less) which is
(so to speak) not there. That not spoken of, left unquantified. Reification in reverse.
The world now fully lit and lubed and painted. Permeated and suffused at every level.
The subtext ungirding all narratives, the presence that can only be inferred. Energy:
an agent of acceleration and expansion. Nothing, essentially, being the biggest part of
everything — how the totality operates, and also how it ends. The essence unknown and
unknowable, unseen and unseeable. Its presence only inferred, the light from distant bodies
bending as it passes through.
images: From "Oil Wells at Baku, Close View,"commonly
attributed to Auguste and Louis Lumière, c. 1898 { # }
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