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Friday, August 18, 2006

 

The Mirror: Stationary Butterfly

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Sort of.
W: That's all I get, a "sort of" hello?
M: Good answer!
W: You like it when I am a bit of a smart-aleck?
M: Lol!
W: You are really getting a kick out of this!
M: Piercing sounds are not to my taste.
W: OK, so I won't whistle.
M: Did I break you?
W: You didn't break my tin whistle.
M: That?
W: I know, a tin whistle is a negligible object.
M: It sounds like too much.
W: You wouldn't want it to go off right next to your ear.
M: Code is a form of magic.
W: Do you know any magicians who whistle in code?
M: Geronimo, or Girolamo Savonarola?
W: Geronimo might have known magic, but Savonarola would balk at it.
M: Voice-over: Sadly, not everyone was prepared to allow that particular nuance to redirect an entire life.
W: Is magic only a nuance?
M: So the "what" is totally everything.
W: The object of one's magic attentions: the world.
M: The car rounded a curve and the occupants glanced left.
W: Is this a getaway car?
M: You wouldn't want it to go off right next to your ear.
W: Is the getaway car going to explode?
M: Are you rejoicing at the thought of a real front yard?
W: I don't want an exploding front yard.
M: You wouldn't want it to go off right next to your ear.
W: Right, let the neighbors worry about it.
M: If I worship it, it has an image, erased or not erased.
W: Do you tend to erase your images of worship?
M: Is the getaway car going to explode?
W: Only if I cannot worship the way I want.
M: (Pause, other takes it off)
W: Are you removing your watch?
M: When?
W: Just now.
M: This mountain we plan to climb, where is it?
W: Right here, but you had better keep your watch.
M: Don't I look calm?
W: You look eminently ready to proceed.
M: We would all like to go there, but that is not a real place.
W: Like in the Donovan song, the back-and-forth mountain.
M: I am surrounded by distraction.
W: What kind of distraction surrounds you, is it dream-mountains?
M: Something could be easier for me.
W: It would be easier if you weren't surrounded by mountains.
M: You implied that I should be on guard?
W: Protect yourselves with the aid of sherpas.
M: How can you tell the difference between a dry cleaner and a newspaper?
W: Um, one is a person and one is a thing?
M: Would you rather hear the truth, or see the surface of something that hides the truth?
W: Show me the surface, and make it highly polished.
M: The laughter of Madeline turns Madeline inside out.
W: So then she reveals her unsurfaces.
M: The library's got it goin' on.
W: Are you at the library with Madeleine?
M: Like in the Donovan song, the back-and-forth mountain.
W: Madeleine is the name of a disappearing mountain?
M: Do you want to engage in big talk?
W: Yes, yes, bring on the gargantuan heave-ho!
M: Protect yourselves with the aid of sherpas.
W: We are going up!
M: Where are you the rest of the time?
W: Down, obviously.
M: Yes, yes, bring on the gargantuan heave-ho!
W: First the ship, then the plane, then the mystic ascent.
M: You can't see me, you'll just have to take my word for it.
W: I believe you are going up.
M: When he repeats his silence at periodic intervals, it could be changing for him.
W: He could be ascending, winged, waxen.
M: It was something that had to be done.
W: He had to be Icarus.
M: Of course it's true.
W: It is a true myth.
M: Say something brilliant -- something which will astonish me.
W: Feather duster!
M: Your passivity must be something very intense.
W: I am hard to get off the ground on days like this.
M: Do I attract more of your attention?
W: I always look at that which you reflect: crenelated frames.
M: Don't get huffy.
W: "Huffy Henry hid the day" (John Berryman, Dream Song #1)
M: I would like a modicum of common sense and respectability.
W: Then don't read John Berryman's biography.
M: What discoveries?
W: Actually, that he had more than a modicum of sense and responsibility.
M: Robert's Rules of Ordure, on Planet Earth.
W: Planet Dearth.
M: What do I have?
W: You have a wealth of mysteries and surprises.
M: I believe you are going up.
W: I am ascending.
M: Then what?
W: The bubble will burst.
M: He had to be Icarus.
W: He fell.
M: I mean let me see who you really are.
W: You want to burst that bubble?
M: Then don't read John Berryman's biography.
W: Reading the biographies of Greats always bursts the bubble.
M: You don't want me to be sarcastic.
W: Please don't be, life is hard enough.
M: The handling of hats?
W: One sometimes needs to re-block a hat, after it has been washed.
M: Did the experiment work?
W: I don't know, because I don't have a hat-block.
M: Don't hide your fireworks.
W: I don't have any fireworks, not even sparklers.
M: The world seemed expressive?
W: The world seemed colorful enough without fireworks.
M: Even worms might see each other as fabulous.
W: Now that is the true Buddhist attitude.
M: Oh, are you mirroring me, mirror?
W: I am merely appreciating you.
M: I'm encouraging it to move.
W: Are you watching a stationary butterfly?
M: There's a window in the next room.
W: Perhaps the butterfly is perched on the sill.
M: Don't you touch that cake when I'm not in the room!
W: Can I touch the cake when you are omnipresent?
M: Yes?
W: You're not quite sure, are you?
M: Do you like saying hello?
W: I like saying goodbye better.
M: Please don't be, life is hard enough.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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