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In the Mirror
Posted by: petersz (69.181.22.---)
Date: March 06, 2022 05:00PM

In the Mirror

I look at the other
And hear him say:

‘I speak the name
Of the soul of the universe:
It is raining inside my mind.

How can I fit together
What I do not know
And what I am beginning to be?

How can I see into the origin
Soon enough to leave it behind

Each time?’


Re: In the Mirror
Posted by: Merc (75.208.145.---)
Date: March 06, 2022 05:25PM

English is your first language isn't it? You use it well.


Re: In the Mirror
Posted by: petersz (69.181.22.---)
Date: March 06, 2022 05:27PM

NO. I was born illiterate.

cheers,

Peter


Re: In the Mirror
Posted by: JohnnyBoy (68.194.80.---)
Date: March 06, 2022 05:30PM

Salvador Dalí (upon being threatened with disinheritence by his father) handed his father a condom containing his own sperm, saying, "Take that. I owe you nothing anymore!"


Re: In the Mirror
Posted by: petersz (69.181.22.---)
Date: March 06, 2022 05:35PM

origins and onions
on the table with oranges

peeling peeling
like the tones from the tower

synaesthesia
putting me to sleep

I dream like an onion
I wake with an orange
I pass myself in the street

[www.doctorhugo.org]


Re: In the Mirror
Posted by: petersz (69.181.22.---)
Date: March 06, 2022 07:56PM

René Magritte, The False Mirror 1928 -- see, in Hugo Heyrman's article above.


Re: In the Mirror
Posted by: JohnnyBoy (24.189.156.---)
Date: March 06, 2022 09:36PM

Underhandedly, and reciting chants
At a mirror at the entrance to the stockyard
That the opposite of hate, being tolerated,
Serenaded and it wasn’t too demanding


Re: In the Mirror
Posted by: Merc (75.211.131.---)
Date: March 09, 2022 02:08PM

illeraticy is your first language?


Re: In the Mirror
Posted by: JohnnyBoy (68.194.80.---)
Date: March 09, 2022 02:14PM

A gunshot at the bookshop
Those goddamn sneaky avatars
With hammers and philosophies
It rains like it’s supposed to be
Some literate antique

Before I said iota
I tried like hell to count the stars
I counted for a real long time
I think I lost my place and then
I think I fell asleep

Some trollops at fiesta
They weaved placation in a stall
Alleviated courtesy
And nimbuses were free to all
Who sold the other cheek


Re: In the Mirror
Posted by: petersz (69.181.22.---)
Date: March 09, 2022 10:12PM

I still can't spell, and I've got a dictionary to prove it.




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