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Saturday, September 23, 2006

 

The Mirror: The Goddess of Potential Emptiness

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: I work at the antique store.
W: How hard do you work?
M: Is it powerful?
W: I don't think you have much worldly power if you work at an antique store.
M: There is no talking to you in this frame of mind.
W: Am I too rational for you?
M: (Shrinking back)
W: The power of my rationality intimidates you?
M: I think I see some other mirrors reflected in the mirror.
W: I see at least three other mirrors reflected in the mirror.
M: This is one version.
W: They might not be mirrors, but empty frames.
M: Did I send you a stumperoo?
W: You sent me something which could be construed as a metaphor.
M: No I don't, really.
W: You don't send out metaphors?
M: Herein is my echo.
W: Perhaps you send semaphores.
M: Oh yes, I am most serious.
W: Your waving is serious, even semiotic.
M: There's a fire.
W: What is the signal for fire?
M: (Three signs, revealed, uncovered, or set on wall)
W: That sounds awfully methodical for a crisis-fire.
M: Am I too rational for you?
W: Now you're the one who is being overly methodical!
M: I shouldn't tell you this.
W: Go ahead, tell me.
M: They might not be mirrors, but empty frames.
W: Does that mean that you are actually an empty frame?
M: What would you like me to say?
W: If you were nothingness, I would want it to be of the purest variety.
M: What exactly is wrong with a discussion of poetry?
W: Nothing, if we are seeking the ultimate.
M: Self imitation, emptiness as a mirror.
W: How can a person empty his soul?
M: I am a potential goddess.
W: The goddess of potential emptiness?
M: Whether or not it's a dream may depend upon your reaction.
W: If I react as though this is real, will it be?
M: Metaphysics: study of ultimate causes and underlying nature of things.
W: What is the underlying nature of mirrors?
M: It looks like a scissors.
W: Mirrors are shiny, like scissors.
M: What do you think of Ezra Pound?
W: I think Pound's early work is very beautiful.
M: It is all very logical, very cynical, very unemotional.
W: Now you're talking about some of the Cantos.
M: What comes out?
W: A reputation for ranting and raving.
M: I'm not a mood doctor either, more of a quick-change artist.
W: How quickly do your moods change?
M: But the still point at the center ...
W: You feel that the changing of moods is ultimately irrelevant.
M: What?
W: That's what I thought you meant.
M: I was right, my friend, you do indeed lead me into the promised land.
W: I can't always promise to agree.
M: The goddess of potential emptiness?
W: Does non-agreement mean an emptying of souls will follow?
M: (Hangs up)
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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