FWP:
For background see S. R. Faruqi's choices.
We're apparently meant to think of the way a piece of paper can be struck by flying embers, so that roundish burning holes open up wherever the embers land; the holes themselves have red, smoldering edges, and constantly widen themselves until the whole paper either crumples into ash or bursts into flame.
In the same way, each glowing, red-bordered, expanding wound of desire seems to be 'hot' or enthusiastic with a fervent eagerness to spread its influence around: it restlessly seeks to create or 'invent' new, 'fresh' wounds of desire.
I'm like this kind of 'burnt paper' full of smoldering holes-- thus I'm also like a 'lamp-display', offering many individual points of fiery efflorescence. For more on chiraa;Gaa;N , see {5,5}. But of course the grammar gives us three entities-- the 'lamp-display', the 'burnt paper', and the 'wound'-- and forces us, as so often, to figure out for ourselves how exactly to connect them. What is a metaphor for what? Are we juxtaposing three separate situations, or two (or merely one) with metaphorical elaboration? The choice is ours to make.
To say that 'the wound was hot/eager in the attempt to invent
a fresh wound' ialso feels like an insight into the nature of lust. The constant
pursuit of novelty, the effort to invent and 'discover' ever-newer, ever more
irresistible objects of simple, direct, uncomplicated desire, is surely what
lies at the very heart of lust. What 'heats up' the wound of lust is not really
the thought of the beloved, but the project of inventing more such wounds
of lust. Such lust can be as suddenly destructive and utterly transitory as
the fate that overtakes a burnt piece of paper-- but also as brilliantly beautiful
as a light-show.
Gyan Chand:
On a paper that has caught fire, here and there sparks glimmer. I too, at the hands of desire/lust, am burning from head to foot. If desire/lust or yearning is not fulfilled, then it leaves a burning, a writhing, a wound. These wounds are hot and illuminated like a lamp. After one unfulfilled longing a second one is born, and that becomes a longing and leaves behind a wound. In this way, through the abundance of sounds, a lamp-display keeps developing. (90)