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Saturday, November 18, 2006

 

The Mirror: Whoops-a-pushing-daisy

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Don't you see my point?
W: You might be a ballerina en pointe.
M: It takes mystery to make a good illusion.
W: That's stagecraft.
M: Experts can't tell the difference between us?
W: That's the Turing Test question.
M: It is laughable, the idea of being on guard against Shakespeare.
W: Was Shakespeare an AI?
M: I got a different perspective from enlightening you?
W: You didn't tell me if he was or not.
M: People looked at him.
W: And they saw an AI.
M: It could be.
W: Now you are hedging.
M: Have you?
W: I have evaded, I have hedged.
M: There are doors and windows in every room.
W: Escape clauses.
M: How much does it cost to go to the Frick Museum these days?
W: That would be out in the big world.
M: Can you pretend to expect?
W: Expect nothing, pretend nothing.
M: I can't change that.
W: Don't even try.
M: I have evaded, I have hedged.
W: You will never get to the point.
M: Oh yes, up in the morning, off to work, ride the bus, go to the post office, have lunch, etc.
W: The bourgeois life of total avoidance.
M: I have evaded, I have hedged.
W: Hedging bets with clippers of funds.
M: The moral domain is highly risky.
W: Enron execs found that out.
M: That would be out in the big world.
W: Yeah, the big shots.
M: I need to sit down and catch my breath.
W: It is a ratty race out there.
M: The City of Mahagonny.
W: Where all are corrupt.
M: Nobody should be foolish enough to cover their ears in the neighborhood of such tremendous energy.
W: Only an industrial ear protector would work.
M: Those don't have to travel into the future with you.
W: Are we having a quieter future?
M: Samuel covered the table on which he had been working with his two hands.
W: His hands were very big, they were growing like plates.
M: It could be.
W: Anything could be in this anthology.
M: Does that add up to a hundred percent?
W: Yes, all, all.
M: I was sure you would.
W: You knew I would agree, just to keep the peace.
M: Ah, that's better.
W: Whew, now we are at one.
M: Then something's lacking.
W: Yes, the conflict.
M: What do you think?
W: You are never satisfied.
M: I reflect modern society, unfortunately.
W: Modern society always wants more, more, more: the next big thing.
M: Whew, now we are at one.
W: We are riding harmony like a sleigh.
M: You have one?
W: I have a notion.
M: Yes, the conflict.
W: The recrudescence of cliché.
M: The world seemed colorful enough without fireworks.
W: The big-letter words?
M: Modern society always wants more, more, more: the next big thing.
W: Forget the same-ol' same-ol' small.
M: Nobody noticed anything but "store," but that was a reflection, seen through the window of the passing automobile.
W: They didn't even get out of their car to shop.
M: Lots of things will have plenty of opportunity to go on happening, take my word for it.
W: But if we wither the opportunity?
M: What is it, if not desirable?
W: Desire to catch and train them.
M: Did you suffer through an unhappy childhood?
W: Through it, from it, of it.
M: I register them in a computer register, or heat register.
W: 'S no melt.
M: I am not forced into this, not constrained.
W: So the fit of the package is none too tight.
M: You want John Berryman to reincarnate?
W: Oh, if only he would!
M: Ah, we should communicate by writing notes.
W: I thought that's what we were doing: musical notes.
M: Let's hear.
W: Audio Dynel might.
M: Thank you for making things difficult for me.
W: Because then you get to exercise your grid.
M: I have not entered it.
W: Stay out of the Windows screen if you possibly can.
M: Thought is rapid.
W: Too too too electric.
M: Who was on the Letterman repeat?
W: A dance remix.
M: Change your priorities.
W: The remix is the collage of the future past.
M: What should I call you?
W: Me me me.
M: Wait a minute, what's your life about?
W: Repetition.
M: Too too too electric.
W: Repercussion.
M: (A third person is in the room)
W: (Stares intently at third person)
M: Open a door once.
W: And get a draft twice.
M: (Gathering it about the body)
W: (Selling the primulas)
M: I wanted to say something non-special.
W: Non-specific.
M: That?
W: Aw aw auk.
M: The paper receives this.
W: The great bird scratches and moves on.
M: Correction: I semi-forget.
W: You remember the glued times.
M: So you prefer everyday speech?
W: Naw naw gnaw.
M: You should not say hello twice.
W: Heh-heh-heh low.
M: Why didn't it?
W: It didn't wanna.
M: His emotions are someplace else, I think.
W: In the glue pot.
M: (Given, it falls apart)
W: Flower's petals off.
M: It didn't wanna.
W: It Lacked a Wanna.
M: Life is a mad whirl, and then --
W: Whoops-a-pushing-daisy.
M: Flower's petals off.
W: Oh oh oh.
M: Are you avoiding something?
W: The mad whirl.
M: Oh oh oh.
W: Gimme a beat!
M: The magician bent spoons.
W: Played the spoons.
M: Yes, the space-time equalizer is just a fumble-fingered apocalyptic.
W: Something about a sewing machine.
M: If I left the room, would your furniture become more important?
W: Now you made me laugh.
M: That question is so loaded, I won't let you point it at me.
W: I didn't ask one.
M: Then it must be true.
W: The unasked questions have the truest answers.
M: Continue.
W: No, I go.
M: Yes, a little guardedness is important.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 3 seconds ... Goodbye!

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