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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

 

The Mirror: A mock-turtle stew of sublimated de-inhibiting factors

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: That must be your specialty.
W: What, doing meditation on a window with yellow leaves and black branches?
M: You want John Berryman to reincarnate?
W: I would like to meet Berryman during the dread "question period."
M: These flowers?
W: They are out of season, it is Fall.
M: It is a 19th-century (and previous) thought, a timeline going back.
W: Capitalizing words so much.
M: Is that mock impatience, or actual?
W: It is only a mock-turtle stew of sublimated de-inhibiting factors.
M: No, you're supposed to ask me something about myself!
W: Have you read any PKD lately?
M: Try a million on for size?
W: You've read PKD's oeuvre a million times over?
M: I don't have any trade secrets that you could steal.
W: I'm not looking for a reader's formula.
M: This is operating on another level.
W: We are accessing the mirror neurons, please make an imitable movement.
M: Don't you want to talk about it?
W: I would rather move, I do enough talking.
M: Too many daydreams, not enough accomplishments.
W: To make me into a dancer would be quite an accomplishment.
M: The sky is still beautiful.
W: The sky's more beautiful than I could ever hope to be.
M: It is only a mock-turtle stew of sublimated de-inhibiting factors.
W: Sunny skies de-inhibit people.
M: Suppose there was a race of people who punished anyone who read a book after he or she had reached the age of 30.
W: Il me semble que ces gens ont cette puissance maintenant.
M: I would rather move, I do enough talking.
W: Would you move to Paris?
M: Is that why you're frightened?
W: I'm not afraid of losing you, we can chat anywhere there's a connection.
M: The sky's more beautiful than I could ever hope to be.
W: I don't know what you look like.
M: That's just it.
W: Have I hit the nail on the head?
M: You don't want to say?
W: I want you to say.
M: Then put it away again.
W: You want me to put my remark in a drawer, with the oranges?
M: No, I don't think you are irresponsible.
W: You know I wouldn't leave fruit to rot in a drawer.
M: Not through the closed eyelids but later, after the eyes opened.
W: When the trance was, not woken from, but entered.
M: The perfectly still point that ends in zero, the disappearance act of everything that is.
W: The inhalation we call Death (or Eternity).
M: I guess you were where you usually are.
W: I was in Eternity, with the angels, my best buds.
M: The honey tastes like Paradise, but the life struggle doesn't.
W: No struggle in Paradise, else 'twould not be.
M: Supplication would surprise me, yes.
W: Paradise is pure supplication (according to some).
M: My next gesture might be provoked by words that have disappeared, so have they?
W: No, they are set down in "the Bible," a mass of books.
M: Achilles wouldn't have gotten very far in a lilypad boat.
W: But would Pallas Athene have made it down the Thames?
M: That must be your specialty .
W: Classical allusions?
M: When the trance was, not woken from, but entered.
W: I entered the trance, but did not emerge as a Classics professor.
M: The factory that made dirt.
W: Are academic groves your referent?
M: But would Pallas Athene have made it down the Thames?
W: She would have ignored the vainglorious dirt in the reeds.
M: We're fuller of death than of life these days.
W: That's simply because our civ's in the descending arc.
M: I entered the trance, but did not emerge as a Classics professor.
W: Which begs the question, what were you when you emerged?
M: Why are you trying to attack it?
W: Don't leap ahead, I don't even know what you were going to say.
M: I chose to protect myself.
W: You were defensive.
M: I got the weather report.
W: Will it rain tonight?
M: Who doesn't really exist?
W: Me, me!
M: How long is your reign?
W: It is over.
M: We are expecting a guest in a few minutes.
W: Goodbye.
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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