Dust Flesh Time

Reminds me of Philip Pullman's "dust" in his trilogy His Dark Materials.

Joseph Brodsky fifth section from "Nature Morte" in the Selected Poems translated by George L. Kline.

Dust is the flesh of time.
Time's very flesh and blood.
I like the direction of the syntagm: dust —> flesh —> time

It hints that the accumulation of one upon the other is inevitable. This is particularly so given the impression of the whole section with its depiction of the ineradicable nature of dust.
This ancient cabinet —
outside as well as in —
strangely reminds me of
Paris's Notre Dame.

Everything is dark within
it. Dustmop or bishop's stole
can't touch the dust of things.
Things themselves, as a rule,

don't try to purge or tame
the dust of their own insides.
Dust is the flesh of time.
Time's very flesh and blood.
Recall what happens to dust (it leaks) when the fabric between worlds is cut in His Dark Materials.

And so for day 1718
27.08.2011