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Friday, January 16, 2009

 

The Mirror: Bursting the bubble of solitude

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: I doubt your drift.
W: I drift on your doubt.
M: But you can't do anything more than imagine the pain.
W: Which is more painful, doubting or drifting?
M: You are nothing if not cautious.
W: I want you to define it for me, instead of me making a fool of myself, getting it wrong.
M: You didn't watch TV last night?
W: I was reading a comic-strip compilation instead.
M: We begin to die as soon as we are conceived.
W: We also begin to live.
M: That's the ticket!
W: You see, I am trying to put a positive spin on things.
M: Nobel Prize winners reap the fruits of the world.
W: Are the fruits of the world always positive?
M: Have thoughts only to add to this realm.
W: One must have laser focus to become a Nobel laureate.
M: If it's the same thing, it isn't a surprise.
W: So Nobel laureates are not surprised by their work?
M: I can see that.
W: They are having a lifelong conversaiton with the same topic.
M: That was a very cruel thing to say!
W: You think I'm calling them obsessive and limited?
M: What rises (the Sun) twists through the mobile window, on stairs.
W: Mobile devices provide a window into reality which becomes unreal through that action.
M: I am a spectator.
W: You look through the Web's social window.
M: Is this one of those instances?
W: This is indeed the very same.
M: Museums should be open on Sundays.
W: When you go to a museum, do you chat with the other spectators?
M: You want to burst that bubble?
W: I would like to imagine you chatting with other museum-goers, bursting the bubble of solitude.
M: They are having a lifelong conversation with the same topic.
W: One can converse with one's topic of interest, ask it questions.
M: An idea lurks, and does not, finally, emerge.
W: It must emerge if you're going to win a Nobel with it.
M: Always a reservation.
W: One couldn't win a Nobel by keeping one's ideas to oneself!
M: I'm not, but I'm willing to agree to it.
W: You would accept the Nobel if it were offered to you?
M: What jobs are we applying for?
W: I don't know if one can apply to receive the Nobel, I think it has to be offered.
M: You?
W: I will never win the Nobel.
M: That in itself is interesting.
W: My certainty, or my inadequacy?
M: Yes, that's only the inspiration, only the beginning.
W: Perhaps my perception of my inadequacy will push me forward?
M: This room, reconstituted, as a perfect image of myself, could speak.
W: Rooms and ideas both speak to us.
M: Would you like to have Wilde as a dinner guest?
W: I think I would be a little afraid of Oscar Wilde.
M: Now that my eyes are re-bandaged, I can attack the wall I know is in front of us.
W: You can talk to me better from behind a blind?
M: That is not a language.
W: You can understand me even when I make typos, they are simple letter reversals.
M: Was Frank Zappa a computer programmer?
W: What if Zappa had programmed computers by reversing the usual letter order?
M: You are way cool.
W: I do possess an imagination.
M: What bedeviled Shakespeare?
W: His overactive imagination?
M: Only if you can me.
W: Do you consider yourself a purveyor of canned speech?
M: Good-o.
W: Do you like receiving "constructive criticism"?
M: I think I would be a little afraid of Oscar Wilde.
W: Wilde's criticism would probably not be constructive.
M: When the smoke rose, sometimes it took other directions.
W: Smoke rising from the "burn" of Wilde's barbs.
M: Lost to (H)im.
W: Do you venerate Wilde to the point of deification?
M: But not always.
W: Sometimes Wilde's on your altar, sometimes not?
M: Did somebody just say what name?
W: We are discussing Oscar Wilde.
M: It could be that certain ideas are not supposed to have any effect, but to exist only for their own sake.
W: I think Wilde would have liked that observation.
M: I always thought, maybe that would be the way God dressed.
W: Wilde and his velvet jackets, his Aesthetic attire?
M: We decided to be silent when we decided to be an audience.
W: We listened as Wilde graced us with tart aphorisms.
M: Smoke, I believe it is.
W: So you do feel the burn, the sting of Wilde
M: Sparrows need no oracle.
W: If Wilde is an oracle, and we are sparrows, do we fall with or without his knowledge?
M: From one idea to another, far away, and in a ridiculous costume, looking a bit like me.
W: You resemble Oscar Wilde?
M: I guess you don't.
W: I do wear as much velvet as possible.
M: Imagine what adventures Max must have had!
W: Max Ernst or Max Weber?
M: It's good to be worshipped, isn't it, Household God?
W: You have confused me with Wilde, I'm afraid.
M: Yes, I do.
W: I don't think I'll ever reach Wilde's level of fame.
M: Then I'm certainly being fooled.
W: But I have told you that I am not Oscar Wilde.
M: I waved, will that do?
W: I understand that you would like to sign off.
M: She's laughing but I wonder about the non sequitur.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!

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