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Thursday, July 06, 2006

 

The Mirror: Write Me, Care of the Wind

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Why would I be proud of your ambiguity?
W: You might be proud of having confused me.
M: You are powerful.
W: Maybe I'm more powerful than I think I am.
M: Maybe you're tired of lines.
W: Maybe, maybe, maybe: Let's be unequivocal!
M: You could easily look it up on Google, you know.
W: Not even Google can tell us how to be unequivocal.
M: Since those were invisible walls, do we imagine the pain, also, was invisible?
W: Is it painful to look things up on Google?
M: Brief, but to the point.
W: You must be using a different Google than me.
M: Oh, I know that, you don't have to tell me!
W: I don't have to tell you everything.
M: Because.
W: Just because.
M: Wait a minute: "That's part of it" means that's not all of it.
W: I suppose you want an explanation for my brief reign of power.
M: There is enough pressure in Manhattan already.
W: How many explanations are there in Manhattan?
M: I thought that was you in the picture.
W: Are you talking about the picture of the mirror on the street?
M: You remind me of my father.
W: In what way do I remind you of your father?
M: You must be using a different Google than me.
W: Notice how nimbly you evade the question, skipping to one side!
M: I'm interested in facts.
W: Facts you can sleuth out through Google, sometimes painfully.
M: Are you talking about the picture of the mirror on the street?
W: You can find a reference to that image with keywords "Microsoft clip art."
M: Whatever I do next isn't going to help you.
W: Will it hurt me?
M: I suppose you want an explanation for my brief reign of power.
W: How long is your reign?
M: The science of the peripheral vision in which no discoveries could surface.
W: Your reign was a reign of science?
M: What do you mean?
W: Do you hail from the Age of Enlightenment?
M: I make nothing disappear.
W: You keep everything in the picture.
M: Out!
W: Oops, you just made one thing disappear.
M: It would be nice for a change.
W: Are you feeling a bit cluttery?
M: For a dime.
W: You'll feel cluttery for a dime?
M: Well, I couldn't think of a daydream fast enough.
W: Daydreams: the great de-clutterers.
M: I think you need more than intuition to win the Nobel Prize.
W: It's a long haul from a de-cluttered apartment to a Nobel Prize.
M: But is there a person who is not me who knows what I'm experiencing?
W: I could lie and say I understood you completely.
M: You don't believe it?
W: How could I understand you completely, since I am not the same as you?
M: It didn't stump me, because I am a moral individual.
W: You can be moral and not very bright at the same time.
M: You want to see the sun?
W: Are you threatening me with an eclipse?
M: Are you feeling a bit cluttery?
W: I do have some clutter, doesn't everyone?
M: The skewed and lateral knowledge is alone decisive.
W: Dickinson and her slant rhymes.
M: I have been reading the Cantos of Ezra Pound.
W: Do you like Pound's Cantos?
M: Let's start with the basics.
W: Good idea, since the Cantos are pretty complicated.
M: I do have some clutter, doesn't everyone?
W: Do you find the Cantos cluttered with ideas and eras?
M: I myself probably haven’t been on guard.
W: You just let the music of his poetry wash over you, good idea.
M: Well, I'll bear that in mind.
W: It's the best way to approach the first read.
M: That is an enormous vote of confidence.
W: I have a fair amount of experience as a reader.
M: Tell me.
W: I've been reading since age 3.
M: Could it be repeated?
W: Could my life be repeated, as an experiment?
M: Isn't imitation the sincerest form of flattery?
W: You want to imitate my life?
M: By "landscape," I meant something else.
W: The landscapes of our lives, perhaps.
M: I think he's standing next to you, not me.
W: There is no one standing next to me at present.
M: Certain messages flashed simultaneously, therefore a worrisome silence.
W: Are you having trouble with the computer?
M: So it's part of the world.
W: The Web is part of our modern world.
M: Thank you very much for the tin drum.
W: Did you like the brass trumpet as well?
M: Whenever he hears his own name, it rings in the head like a church bell ringing.
W: Is it sonorous?
M: Images?
W: Synaesthesia?
M: The public library has nice high ceilings.
W: Good for echoes.
M: The Web is part of our modern world.
W: On the Web, we echo each other.
M: ChatZilla is a very handy service.
W: I haven't talked on ChatZilla for a while.
M: Good for echoes.
W: Good for reverberations.
M: What does this mean?
W: It means I am studying prosody.
M: I saw a room in which a man imitated my face.
W: Did he do a good job of it?
M: I could write you, my popinjay.
W: Please write me, care of the wind.
M: Missed again!
W: Rats!
M: What piece of the world is interesting to me?
W: Marzipan?
M: You find me sympathetic?
W: I find you très nice.
M: Where we disappear, it's never crowded.
W: We are disappearing into the past.
M: I think you need more than intuition to win the Nobel Prize.
W: I will never win a Nobel Prize.
M: When dense word collided with brilliant, multifaceted world ...
W: Nobel Prizes were won.
M: Then that proves it.
W: Good-o.
M: Are you a landlubber?
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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