This is probably the best piece of literary criticism I’ll ever craft. A self portrait from a ”Self Portrait” about a self portrait. The three body problem indeed, it’s funhouse mirrors all the way down. Anyway . . .
AN IDEA OF IMPROVISATION
READYMADE AS A SONNET
IN ‘A CONVEX MIRROR’
“But what is this universe the [portrait] of
As it veers in and out, back and forth,
Refusing to surround us and still the only
Thing we can see? [Epiphany] once
Tipped the scales but now is shadowed, invisible,
Though mysteriously present, around somewhere.
But we know it cannot be sandwiched
Between two adjacent moments, that its windings
Lead nowhere except to further tributaries
And that these empty themselves into a vague
Sense of something that can never be known
Even though it seems likely that each of us
Knows what it is and is capable of
Communicating it to the other.”
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