Ghost Opera: Performative Words & Situations
By a path that, in its own way, is also negative, the poet comes to the brink of language. And that brink is called silence, blank page. A silence that is like a lake, a smooth and compact surface. Down below, submerged, the words are waiting. ---- Octavio Paz I am particularly intrigued by how Roffé engages with the quotation by examining the undertones/hidden meanings beneath the surface in her poetry. In Circle, the underlying messages beneath “the brink of language” that lurk in the abyss understands itself, and the understanding of itself is concave, directing inward to its depth. In “his” memory, the abyss is a hole, but its complexity is fleshed out via “their” words in “his" retrospection: “an even more heinous passage”, which unravels a vast and ominous space extending beyond the hole. The poem’s sparse lines and the w