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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

 

The Mirror: You put pressure on blank spaces?

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Don't let yourself get carried away.
W: You want to crimp the furniture?
M: Where do you go on your walk?
W: I walk about.
M: I don't need help any more.
W: What did you used to need help for?
M: I don't agree with everything you say.
W: You have a defensive tone today.
M: This is not something that can be answered.
W: I heartily agree.
M: You tell me.
W: What shall I tell you, what can I say?
M: So my vapid compliments aren't proof against your shield.
W: You didn't give me any kind of compliments!
M: You can't be first, because I'm going to be first.
W: Go ahead, first away.
M: I am a machine made of bread.
W: What do you knead?
M: Even more blank space!
W: You put pressure on blank spaces?
M: Such as?
W: Howling voids, there are various.
M: You tell me.
W: I cannot speak of them.
M: What do you knead?
W: Never bread.
M: I need your help.
W: You want my help making the daily bread?
M: How highly productive of me.
W: We could be good communards.
M: Look, how its four legs fall from a certain height, to rest on the ground.
W: There's that table again, favored of philosophers.
M: What shall I tell you, what can I say?
W: Tell me about the world outside, outdo yourself.
M: I've been watching you, from behind closed doors, for a long, long time.
W: How can you see through the doors?
M: Didn't I possess it already?
W: The vision of me?
M: That sounds like more solipsism.
W: I know other people can see me, except blind people.
M: Is it cone-shaped?
W: There are rods and cones in the visionary field.
M: It may bring a profusion of roses.
W: Visions of roses may indicate advanced something-or-other.
M: There'll be others.
W: Other conditions?
M: You don't have to.
W: I don't have to have a condition?
M: It is 12:48 pm by the nearest clock.
W: Very, very close!
M: Is "snow" on the list?
W: It may snow yet.
M: What's the difference?
W: Between snow and what?
M: Yes, how did you figure that out?
W: It was so easy.
M: Other conditions?
W: A reasonable indoor temperature.
M: (Other pops into door)
W: Who is that?
M: There are rods and cones in the visionary field.
W: Has a visionary joined us?
M: Ah, that's better.
W: Is he reclining at his ease, like a pasha?
M: Other conditions?
W: Bright lights.
M: Sometimes, what I think slides out of me and covers my face, forming a mask that stands in for my own features.
W: We all project social facades.
M: I read one of Olds' books.
W: Sharon Olds?
M: And one can never recover everything from one's past, even if one would like to.
W: But poets try.
M: With what do you need assistance?
W: With the closing, even if temporary.
M: Something else is required of me.
W: Yes, to say Goodbye nicely.
M: Have experiences, yes, but without knowing the rules giving rise to experiences inside a person.
W: That would be psychoanalysis.
M: Point taken.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!

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