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Thursday, January 04, 2007

 

The Mirror: This question-price

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: You can find a reference to that image with keywords "Microsoft clip art."
W: Did you manipulate the image in any way?
M: Then you don't mean understanding.
W: I understand the image quite well.
M: Of course not.
W: Do you think I am missing something?
M: Continue.
W: Continue on into the bright depths of the multiple reflections?
M: What are you joyful about?
W: About light.
M: Have you ever worn such an outfit?
W: When I luck out, I am wreathed with light.
M: I wonder if this is really happening to me or I'm just imagining it?
W: It could always be a dream of sorts.
M: Madness, Loch Ness.
W: Pure fantasy, tales of mist.
M: You sound pretty touchy.
W: I go off in different directions at the drop of a skitter.
M: (Fade to black with voice-over)
W: What is the voice saying, I can't hear the narration.
M: Because it is doing its reflecting job?
W: It's only occasionally that the narrator reflects my words.
M: Did you leave?
W: My spirit may be wavering.
M: Continue on into the bright depths of the multiple reflections?
W: I would like to enter the mirror, or pass through it to Italy.
M: I guess I agree to that.
W: Do I need a password?
M: Pure fantasy, tales of mist.
W: I know it isn't real, the reality would require airline tickets.
M: Because I'm a designer, of sorts?
W: I hope you're not proposing counterfeiting airline tickets.
M: I would like to enter the mirror, or pass through it to Italy.
W: Are you talking about the one in the picture?
M: You can't remember what you've read, or if you've finished it?
W: Well, we only see two lines at a time here.
M: Who's your favorite contemporary poet?
W: I think Sharon Olds is very strong and specific.
M: From what?
W: I last read Olds' poetry in The New Yorker.
M: Every kind of sweetness.
W: And bitterness, and wincing pain.
M: I thought so.
W: Have you read Sharon Olds' work?
M: But will you accept wit in place of the so-called higher game?
W: Sharon Olds' poetry probes the deeper game, I'd say.
M: I only hear one person talking.
W: Can you hear yourself?
M: Right here, but you had better keep your watch.
W: Are you warning me about something?
M: You leave out the most important question.
W: And what might that be, pray?
M: It's at a premium.
W: I have to pay you for each question?
M: I think too big.
W: How big is this question-price?
M: The collaboration between you and me.
W: True, that exacts a toll.
M: Have you read Sharon Olds' work?
W: I read one of Olds' books.
M: I won't make you wait to be entertained.
W: So I guess this it, the entertaining moment?
M: I last read Olds' poetry in The New Yorker.
W: And was it entertaining?
M: I don't know if there are many such rooms or only a few.
W: Olds has written many poems.
M: So I guess this it, the entertaining moment?
W: I think the moment has passed.
M: That leaves a wide-open field.
W: A field without moments.
M: Consciously?
W: No consciousness here.
M: Did you know that Richard Foreman makes his notebooks available?
W: Is that a hint that we should add more of Foreman's quotes to the mix?
M: Beauty looks like a pair of scissors?
W: Yes, we have to cut his work to make it beautiful.
M: Yes, it does.
W: It does what it's cut out to do.
M: Then your disappearing act is not powerful.
W: You're right, all I do is fade away.
M: You're not going anywhere special.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 3 seconds ... Goodbye!

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