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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

 

The Mirror: False Starts to a Vast Communion

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: This is one version.
W: There are many versions of you?
M: Everyone has a birthday, or they wouldn't be here.
W: When is your birthday?
M: Maybe everything could be in that category.
W: Simple questions, like "Please pass the salt."
M: Try.
W: You want me to simplify.
M: Where are you now?
W: I am in the library.
M: Are you anticlerical?
W: Right now I don't care one way or the other.
M: (Shake)
W: Was that a milkshake or a handshake?
M: That's for me to know and you to find out.
W: That is a playground taunt.
M: I haven't talked on ChatZilla for a while.
W: There are no intellectuals on ChatZilla.
M: I never for a minute thought you were.
W: You never thought I was an intellectual?
M: I will offer you a cordial handshake.
W: I would rather have a milkshake.
M: A door?
W: A milkshake is a door to weight gain.
M: There are no intellectuals on ChatZilla.
W: So the situation is bad all around.
M: A realm where softness, where the gentle yield of complete potentiality, are alone enthroned.
W: We would all like to go there, but that is not a real place.
M: A milkshake is a door to weight gain.
W: That is reality.
M: Speech radiates from nuclear phrases.
W: That sounds like nuclear war.
M: We would all like to go there, but that is not a real place.
W: I don't want there to be a nuclear war.
M: That is not a teatime thought.
W: Right, that is not polite dinner conversation.
M: Then it was you.
W: It was I who said it.
M: Every room is made up of planes.
W: Airplanes?
M: I keep getting a "The page cannot be displayed" message.
W: It sounds like you're having trouble with the computer.
M: Does your jeweled turban cover your ears?
W: I don't have one.
M: Did you not want to lead?
W: Not today.
M: Why?
W: Because they are putting me under an intolerable strain.
M: This lets time pass with no stress whatsoever.
W: That's why it is so riveting.
M: I know, not yet.
W: Well, neither of us are exactly creating deathless prose.
M: Confused?
W: I get confused when there's too much input, too many alternatives.
M: That in itself is interesting.
W: I just made a typo, but I will fix it later.
M: What connectives?
W: Letters are connected by being shoved into word-slots.
M: I get confused when there's too much input, too many alternatives.
W: That's why humans created a verbal language.
M: You prefer the status quo?
W: No, the status quo is way off.
M: It sounds like you're having trouble with the computer.
W: No, the computer's the only thing that makes sense around here.
M: But you fail to make sense of my demonstration.
W: I'm not quite sure what you were demonstrating.
M: I just made a typo, but I will fix it later.
W: Perhaps you were demonstrating the idea of "fixability."
M: Are my eyes the tiniest part of my body?
W: Well, if you include cells or atoms, then no.
M: No, I do not.
W: By "tiny," do you mean "unimportant"?
M: You are really cool!
W: Why was that cool?
M: Are you a Yes machine?
W: I'm a No Matter machine.
M: That's a good requirement, what's the second one?
W: A complete sangfroid in the face of death.
M: (Puts it on)
W: That's not something you can fake.
M: How interesting is it?
W: I don't know if it's interesting, it's just desirable.
M: The bees are thinking of nothing but coffee tables.
W: Do bees have furniture in their house-hives?
M: I guess so.
W: Well, I was thinking in terms of doll furniture.
M: It pulls me to orifices, such as doors, certain windows, alcoves even.
W: There are entrances and exits to the hive.
M: (Re-entering)
W: Is there enough honey, wax and royal jelly available?
M: It can be touched from the outside, but it can't be touched from the inside.
W: That sounds like the apiarists are taking over.
M: A complete sangfroid in the face of death.
W: Bees get enraged when they are threatened, when the hive is.
M: Just as I thought.
W: What did you think about the bees?
M: Is there enough honey, wax and royal jelly available?
W: Only if the beekeepers are responsible, decent individuals.
M: I'm not obsessed, so perhaps not.
W: You think you have to be obsessed to be responsible and decent?
M: Bees get enraged when they are threatened, when the hive is.
W: Bees don't worry about morality, but about group survival.
M: This doesn't taste like Paradise.
W: The honey tastes like Paradise, but the life struggle doesn't.
M: Sparsely furnished.
W: Their houses are furnished with octagonal rooms.
M: Some people believe there is a stiflingly loving God.
W: The inside of a beehive would be stifling, from a human perspective.
M: My gaze isn't one hundred percent steady.
W: What do you see, with your wavering gaze?
M: How many explanations are there in Manhattan?
W: There are millions of people in Manhattan.
M: Here is a list of potent items.
W: Is "snow" on the list?
M: Enter Idiot Savant, in glass bubble.
W: Does he have the potent items inside the bubble?
M: Why don't you want to add something?
W: I will add "the products of bees."
M: Maybe you should sit on it.
W: No, I am not going to hold in my thoughts.
M: You want me to talk today.
W: I want us both to talk.
M: I have the impression your reign is not over.
W: No, I still have a ways to travel.
M: What did it tell you?
W: My road told me nothing.
M: The inside of a beehive would be stifling, from a human perspective.
W: Families are like beehives.
M: An instrument.
W: An instrument where all the keys are pressed at once.
M: The inside of a beehive would be stifling, from a human perspective.
W: The bees can take it, though, because it is their nature.
M: (Offered cake)
W: Is it honeycake?
M: Does he have the potent items inside the bubble?
W: Who is he?
M: That sounds very, very confusing.
W: There are too many men in the world.
M: It was a question of changing the frame of reference.
W: If we were just talking about Foreman's plays, it could be "Samuel."
M: Yes, I should think so.
W: OK, then he is Samuel.
M: I will catch up to you sooner or later.
W: Why are you lagging behind?
M: So tables are multipurpose, is what you're saying?
W: Are you still sitting at the breakfast table?
M: Here in this room, I can just stay here, until it gets familiar to me.
W: In an interview, Foreman said he was reclusive and antisocial.
M: It's acting on its own.
W: What is acting on its own?
M: Reactions.
W: Things have been set in motion, you're saying?
M: I'm not paying any attention to the talking.
W: Then what are you doing?
M: You are so much stronger, so much more dominant.
W: It's all relative.
M: I hope.
W: Well, just because I'm out here in the world --
M: What adventures you must have had!
W: But Wallace Stevens said it was just a shade, a dust.
M: Name all your household implements Hello, and the confusion stops.
W: I don't have too many of those.
M: Smoothed-out cylinders, nanotubes.
W: To my knowledge, I have no nanotubes.
M: But Wallace Stevens said it was just a shade, a dust.
W: Wallace Stevens talked about "reality," like a philosopher.
M: You want to thank me for making you uncomfortable?
W: Richard Foreman wants to shake up his audiences.
M: To my knowledge, I have no nanotubes.
W: But do you have an audience?
M: Maybe you were going to say "Oh ..."
W: You would rather I just plain listen?
M: (Both do)
W: (Listens to librarian)
M: Are you a landlubber?
W: I hate that word.
M: False starts.
W: False starts to a vast communion.
M: In spite of your silence, the play is still speaking.
W: Let it speak.
M: Please describe it fully.
W: It starts with yellow bones.
M: Hello hello hello!
W: (Greets the bones)
M: The library does not take kindly to that.
W: One must behave in the library.
M: You want to skip over the Nobel Prize Web site?
W: No, let's add a few more Nobel Prize winners.
M: That's why we have nothing to say to each other.
W: Because I am too agreeable?
M: She has unknowable lives in her experience.
W: Who is she?
M: I too have had my moments of mental projectile.
W: Something is grammatically wrong with that sentence.
M: I will talk to you in a standing or a seated position.
W: By the way, in a Foreman tale, "she" is probably "Marie."
M: I need so much money!
W: You are too poor to listen to me?
M: (Greets the bones)
W: Hi, Mr. Bones!
M: What things?
W: No, no, you must say, "How are things?
M: No, let's add a few more Nobel Prize winners.
W: No, I am too restless for that.
M: Be careful what you put out to the world at large.
W: You are so right.
M: (Stagger, fall)
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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