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Monday, August 28, 2006

 

The Mirror: An Untested Teacake Recipe

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Only you can tell me that, I left my enchantment detector at home.
W: I thought it was an instinctual sense.
M: You named it, and that was enough for me, and being enough, I moved out fast.
W: You favor technology over magic?
M: Uh-oh, it sounds like a neutron bomb!
W: Some people might be very upset by this seeming clash.
M: I pronounce words very carefully.
W: You don't want to offend anybody.
M: I want to be nothing.
W: Perhaps you want to get a jump on the inevitable.
M: Which word are you on guard against?
W: Not Death.
M: How?
W: How can it be?
M: What does this mean?
W: It means I am used to it by now.
M: I don't want you to be one up on me.
W: I am not jockeying for position.
M: You don't know?
W: I do know that the world is structured as one big wargame.
M: Describe for me that deep, invisible second world.
W: One sinks into it, or rises.
M: Don't commit yourself before you hear the cost-benefit analysis.
W: That's the world of business talking.
M: Some people might be very upset by this seeming clash.
W: It is a very upsetting clash, for artists.
M: That sounds like the apiarists are taking over.
W: Apiaries are not created for the benefit of bees.
M: It is a very upsetting clash, for artists.
W: The artists make honey, and it is stolen from us.
M: How is your mental furniture today?
W: All broken.
M: Apiaries are not created for the benefit of bees.
W: Farms are not created for the benefit of cattle.
M: I work at the antique store.
W: What is the name of your superior?
M: I think that talking's all we have to go on.
W: So you won't write it down and send it to me?
M: But I don't want to repeat on this.
W: You don't want to send it to me twice?
M: There is no hesitation.
W: Please send me the name of your superior(s) at the antique store.
M: No, I had to check something.
W: Is there a customer at the counter?
M: No argument there.
W: I would hope you wouldn't argue with the customers.
M: Who knows?
W: So an argument may spring up at any time?
M: You think I am not in earnest, that I will hurt you.
W: Oh no, I know you are scrupulously polite.
M: (Enter)
W: Are you entering the back of the antique store?
M: The "how" would be your responsibility.
W: Are you leaning on a gilt-headed cane?
M: Good.
W: I made a good guess, right on the money!
M: I want to eat a piece of cake (but it needn't be sticky or gooey).
W: It would be better to stick to dryish teacake, on the job.
M: So you won't write it down and send it to me?
W: I can send you an untested teacake recipe.
M: I'd rather know you than get to know you.
W: I'd rather eat teacake made from a tried-and-true recipe.
M: I can send you an untested teacake recipe.
W: So you want me to do all the testing!
M: You're treating me like a busted spring?
W: Well, you did imply you were leaning on a gilt-headed cane.
M: Oh no, I know you are scrupulously polite.
W: I wouldn't insult you for having arthritis.
M: Right.
W: The depredations of age come to us all.
M: I want to.
W: You want to age faster?
M: Perhaps you were demonstrating the idea of "fixability."
W: Don't "fix" the patina of age and experience, it's there for a reason.
M: Yes, that is what I mean.
W: Otherwise, how would we recognize an antique (person)?
M: (Stagger, fall)
W: (Helps you up)
M: No argument there.
W: Are you all right?
M: From the press?
W: You had a bad interview?
M: I certainly don't know Richard Foreman.
W: The journalist asked you about Richard Foreman?
M: Look, here are my fingers, how come there aren't more of them?
W: Did you want six-fingered hands?
M: Well, it was a momentary lust for something I probably can't handle.
W: Maybe you really wanted to be an alien.
M: "Hotel Radio, hello, Radio Hotel."
W: Is that hotel on Mars?
M: We would all like to go there, but that is not a real place.
W: You can't touch Mars (currently).
M: (Helps you up)
W: But that doesn't mean it isn't real.
M: That was an old song.
W: (Sings a new song)
M: To a higher sphere.
W: (Sings the music of the spheres)
M: Simple questions, like "Please pass the salt."
W: (Passes the salt)
M: I had to look it up.
W: (Looks up "salt" in dictionary)
M: Escape from what?
W: (Escapes through hole in dictionary)
M: She did.
W: She did escape.
M: This jumping into new ideas turns out to be predictable.
W: Everything becomes formulaic, once it is expressed.
M: Can there be physical ideas?
W: Yes, just as there can be mental objects.
M: I am trying to thread my way through a moral labyrinth.
W: What issue(s) are you dealing with?
M: When confronted with a dilemma that's only half-recognized as such.
W: You're not even sure you're in the moral domain?
M: I choose to risk it.
W: The moral domain is highly risky.
M: Pretense never pans out, except in the theater.
W: Excellent advice.
M: This may be hard to believe, but I woke up and I knew.
W: You knew where you were going?
M: Patience doesn't solve the world's ills.
W: Does patience solve your personal ills?
M: Let it speak.
W: Let what speak, the soul?
M: Where do you learn?
W: From a combo of books and doing.
M: What issue(s) are you dealing with?
W: The issue of a personal poetics, development of same.
M: That could be correct.
W: It's not up to you to correct me, unless I ask you.
M: Yes, just as there can be mental objects.
W: My artistic object may just be to keep on.
M: The energy which denies energy.
W: Exhaustion is not a good springboard for artistic production.
M: The moral domain is highly risky.
W: Art need not be a moral proceeding.
M: No, wait a minute.
W: Do you agree with Tolstoy that art must elevate?
M: Get it? Get it? Get it?
W: I get it, get it, get it.
M: The contradictions of my life can either be, through force, welded into some impenetrable whole, or they can tear me apart.
W: You are under tremendous pressure, due to ambivalence?
M: Nothing rules.
W: Good description of ambivalence!
M: Is it a whim, to have behavior instead of reality?
W: I would like to discuss that one further, but my time is up.
M: A pure state of Nature, as we found it when we arrived.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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