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Friday, July 07, 2006

 

The Mirror: Halves of the Same Fine Fruit

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: This is great.
W: It's great to talk to you, but where are all the others?
M: I would never insult you, never!
W: You feel that you must focus on me alone?
M: We seem parts of something similar.
W: Perhaps we are all too similar.
M: There is a lag in the connection of our two understandings.
W: But just now you thought us halves of the same fine fruit.
M: Oh yes.
W: Did you know that the iamb was once the beat of scurrilous verse?
M: Flowers form a net.
W: And peach stones, thrown, create a mount of lurid insult.
M: It's not a "whom."
W: I know, a mount of peach stones is not a creature, just a thing.
M: Here's the thing from physics.
W: The fact that stones will tumble from a height?
M: I wore what was given me to wear.
W: A peach-hued gown was given you?
M: What would you suggest?
W: The gold, the diamonds, definitely, with such a gown.
M: Does it help?
W: Luxuries distract you for a while.
M: And peach stones, thrown, create a mount of lurid insult.
W: The ragged red of inner peach, against the outer gold.
M: I wasn't even thinking about it.
W: The juice that streams, when the teeth grit against the pit.
M: Did you know that the iamb was once the beat of scurrilous verse?
W: I know, because I read it in a book called The Road to Eleusis.
M: It's kind of scary when you don't answer me.
W: Don't think of the scary moments now.
M: The fact that stones will tumble from a height?
W: If you're the one to throw them, it's all right.
M: You think that by talking, we can effect some sort of positive change?
W: I think that talking's all we have to go on.
M: Relatively.
W: In talking, we become caught up in the threads of the plot.
M: Oh really?
W: There's always a plot, you know.
M: I suppose, because I have a relatively stable personality.
W: That means you are strong enough to engage in improv theater.
M: Silver is useful.
W: So is gold.
M: I am at sea.
W: With Odysseus?
M: I would be the first woman president.
W: Odysseus would contest you.
M: I see a conclusion barreling down the street in my direction, you think I want to be a direct participant in such a major collision?
W: Two steps back, one to the side, avoid the Ancient Greek warrior-king.
M: Oh, no mistake.
W: Because he's armed to the teeth, with a bronze sword, spear and lance.
M: What connectives?
W: All connected by his fighting prowess.
M: Are you the only painter of God?
W: He's no god, just a well-trained macho man,
M: That means you are strong enough to engage in improv theater.
W: Odysseus would have been good at improv, since he thought fast.
M: Are night and day so different?
W: Night is a rest from day, and female's a rest from male.
M: Two steps back, one to the side, avoid the Ancient Greek warrior-king.
W: I am getting tired of battle lore.
M: It sounds like an ideal situation.
W: Only for warmongers and macho men.
M: So is gold.
W: So-called "explorers," out for gold and plunder.
M: Neither one of us can do a thing.
W: We can't change the bloody past, or the present either, it would seem.
M: We can do without the turban for now.
W: I wear no turban, my head is bare.
M: I don't know.
W: You can't see me, you'll just have to take my word for it.
M: Get it? Get it? Get it?
W: Three examples: nudging, poking, hectoring.
M: But you fail to make sense of my demonstration.
W: I merely described it.
M: Well, it is time for me to go.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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