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Monday, August 21, 2006

 

The Mirror: Falling Without (H)is Knowledge

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The Mirror: Self-fulfilling prophecies.
W: You think we have that much power?
M: I know it. I am in it.
W: You are in a state of power.
M: They're all in school, I think.
W: The powerful ones?
M: The man ignored this.
W: But the boy enjoyed it.
M: There was silence.
W: It was a dark day.
M: Not through the closed eyelids but later, after the eyes opened.
W: Beheld a state of grace.
M: Can you believe me?
W: I can but try.
M: Isn't it noisy?
W: Are you referring to the voices in my head?
M: Could I ask, how did you get to be so God-like?
W: God holds all human voices in (H)is head.
M: Patience doesn't solve the world's ills.
W: God is said to have infinite patience, as well as infinite everything else.
M: I had nothing to do with Dorothy Parker's birth or death.
W: Something about God and sparrows.
M: Is it?
W: Appropriate here.
M: The powerful ones?
W: They are silent.
M: That's what I said.
W: Yes, we are echoing each other down a well.
M: Something about God and sparrows.
W: Falling without (H)is knowledge.
M: What happens if you just keep repeating the same message?
W: You go into a trance.
M: Falling without (H)is knowledge.
W: Lost to (H)im.
M: I would rather store flowers outside.
W: You don't have to store them, they grow themselves.
M: Yes, but what do you think would be the results?
W: A pure state of Nature, as we found it when we arrived.
M: How can I make that fulfilling in its very experience of being not-fulfilling?
W: Immerse yourself in the elements.
M: I saw blood, from the places on his flesh where the roses hurt.
W: That morbid sort of holy-card Catholicism will disappear.
M: I'll wait to see how that stupidity manifests itself.
W: It's not exactly stupidity, but a response to conditions.
M: I try to leave no trace.
W: Of your tenure on this earth?
M: Promotion?
W: To a higher sphere.
M: Is magic only a nuance?
W: It depends on how you value delicacy.
M: Just because you say something in words doesn't mean you mean something in your heart.
W: Delicacy is not insincerity.
M: What part of the universe doesn't exist?
W: The insincere part.
M: Hungry.
W: For knowledge, for words and ideas.
M: I already told you, no!
W: You don't want the words, you want the things themselves?
M: It depends on how you value delicacy.
W: If you can find words delicate enough, with enough precision ...
M: It was something other than my feeling about it.
W: You couldn't find the right word.
M: For knowledge, for words and ideas.
W: I am for those things, flawed as they are.
M: Look into my eyes to get brushed by dust.
W: Ah yes, the Wallace Stevens quote.
M: To a higher sphere.
W: Wallace Stevens was a transported businessman.
M: I would like to work in plain sight at Princeton University.
W: John Berryman worked at Princeton.
M: Can you find it on a map, can you pinpoint it?
W: Oh yes, Princeton is in New Jersey.
M: What if I put up a ladder in the library and ate my lunch on the rungs?
W: I think that would be acceptable, not particularly eccentric.
M: Are you Senator Arlen Specter?
W: Oh, good heavens, no.
M: I could at least give you a pat on the head.
W: That's better than being a senator.
M: However, if I'm a fool I can't help it, can I?
W: Are you saying only fools want to be senators?
M: Go away.
W: Goodbye.
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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