Lewis Carroll: Open Your Mouth And Close Your Eyes, or…
Nympholepsy considered as one of the Fine Arts
“And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?”
“Where I am now, of course,” said Alice.
“Not you!” Tweedledee retorted contemptuously, “You’d be nowhere! You’re only a sort of thing in his dream!”
Through the Looking Glass
Through the lens the child seems double-fronted;
Pregnant as a Rorschach blot.
Knowledge is possession, says the Bible.
Better to be etched forever
by silver nitrate eyes
Or better to be loved? But
To be loved you must hold still
Hold still forever.
The butterfly stains spread outward:
We are safe for not much longer.
Faces prop the dying man like theorems
Lines extending to infinity
Lines that never meet.
That’s mathematics, says Tweedledee, the
“You won’t make yourself a bit realer by crying.”