I can’t look at myself in the mirror without seeing a distortion of my face now. McLuhan was so right.
Hey! You two remind me of this poem by the Scottish mental illness psychiatrist, and sometimes poet, R.D. Laing. It is from his great fucked-up little book called Knotts:
Narcissus fell in love with his image, taking it to be another.
Jack falls in love with Jill’s image of Jack, taking it to be himself.
She must not die because then he would lose himself.
He is jealous in case anyone else’s image is reflected in her mirror.
Jill is a disturbing mirror to herself.
Jill has to distort herself to appear undistorted to herself.
To undistort herself, she finds Jack to distort her distorted image in his distorting mirror.
She hopes that his distortion of her distortion may undistort her image without her having to distort herself.
I think I read a poem of that sort. it was all about jack and jill freaking out inside about being others to their other. not sure if it was Laing though.
I can’t stop looking.
I can’t look at myself in the mirror without seeing a distortion of my face now. McLuhan was so right.
Hey! You two remind me of this poem by the Scottish mental illness psychiatrist, and sometimes poet, R.D. Laing. It is from his great fucked-up little book called Knotts:
Narcissus fell in love with his image, taking it to be another.
Jack falls in love with Jill’s image of Jack, taking it to be himself.
She must not die because then he would lose himself.
He is jealous in case anyone else’s image is reflected in her mirror.
Jill is a disturbing mirror to herself.
Jill has to distort herself to appear undistorted to herself.
To undistort herself, she finds Jack to distort her distorted image in his distorting mirror.
She hopes that his distortion of her distortion may undistort her image without her having to distort herself.
I think I read a poem of that sort. it was all about jack and jill freaking out inside about being others to their other. not sure if it was Laing though.