will there be no use for mirrors in a world without
a concept of identity or self-hood?
will there be no myth, nor legends nor gods,
no narcissus drowning in his own
eyes, no sonnets, or odes to personified
entities? will there be no poetry?
no romance without idealized notions
of our 'selves', no I to govern
the totality of our thought?
will there be no fear
of the gaze of the other upon us?
will there be no horror at the reflection of our selves
in their eyes?
will there be no love then, in such a world,
and no fucking in front of mirrors?
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Just one f-ing word: Awesome.
ReplyDeletewish i had tot abt it before i threw away my bedside mirror:)
ReplyDeleteanyways do tc.. pity i dont have a mirror to look at my shaved head.
when there was no mirror, there was water to see the reflection and feel the existence, but i still think the mirror did bring the materialism.... but anyway, bravo! love your poetry.
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