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Thursday, June 29, 2006

 

The Mirror: Crumbly Crackers in Cartoon Colors

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: What do you wish you could forget?
W: I wish I could forget about business.
M: I am not grateful for crumbly crackers in cartoon colors.
W: Is that what the world gives you?
M: How is that different from my universe?
W: The world is a subset of the universe.
M: I felt the impulse to cry out.
W: Are you in pain?
M: Who are you?
W: Simply an artist.
M: Where did that come from?
W: From the depths of my soul.
M: Now they have no weight.
W: My words have no weight, because I was being mock-heroic?
M: Here is a question for both of you, which perhaps neither of you will be able to answer.
W: (Sits attentive to questions)
M: It is not satisfying to be broke.
W: That was not a question, but a statement, albeit a true one.
M: Thank you very much for the tin drum.
W: I didn't send you a tin drum.
M: You don't know where to put the name so that it adheres, even momentarily, to this thing I'm pursuing.
W: What are you pursuing?
M: There is only subjective understanding.
W: I have to understand this thing you're pursuing, subjectively?
M: You are the only one who says this is Paradise.
W: Only when people try to make it an earthly paradise.
M: God disguised as a swan ...
W: That was Zeus, I believe.
M: My words have no weight, because I was being mock-heroic?
W: Could you write a mock epic?
M: That's for later cogitation.
W: Mary Oliver says that no one is writing epics these days.
M: (Sits attentive to questions)
W: Could you write an epic, mock or actual?
M: Relative to Web design.
W: Could one write an epic about Web design?
M: Right, we are fifth-rate artists at best.
W: I wonder if any Web designers are first-rate artists.
M: The "OH" of enlightenment, like "Eureka!"
W: I think you're getting more and more sarcastic.
M: That was a character string.
W: It had no meaning to you?
M: I don't agree with everything you say.
W: (Makes palliative murmurs)
M: Keep your head high, no matter what they say.
W: I guess the head's above the body.
M: I would rather have the ten-course meal.
W: But then your body will swell melismatically.
M: Why shouldn't I think about that?
W: You should always think before you eat.
M: But now you're hedging.
W: Well, I'm kind of hungry.
M: I disagree.
W: How can you know whether I'm hungry or not?
M: You shouldn't depend on me like that.
W: I don't depend on you to know whether I'm hungry or not.
M: Are you short of cash?
W: I have 28 cents.
M: Well, I'm kind of hungry.
W: That makes two of us, then.
M: I don't expect a reward.
W: Why should I give you a reward?
M: That makes two of us, then.
W: Neither of us is getting a reward.
M: You do realize you can't share my experience.
W: But I do try to be sympathetic.
M: (Makes palliative murmurs)
W: Don't patronize me, please, that is worse than nothing.
M: It relates to what I said before, about not being a serious person.
W: Do you consider yourself a serious person?
M: No, you are not my beloved.
W: Your beloved would never ask you such a question?
M: How tired are you, usually?
W: It varies wildly.
M: I don't expect fame.
W: What do you expect?
M: For what?
W: For the price of your life.
M: This part of the universe escapes me.
W: I had better go.
M: Where now hides my beloved.
W: Goodbye.
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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