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Shaving Mirror, and: Absence, and: Glassblower
- Éire-Ireland
- Irish-American Cultural Institute
- Volume 40:3&4, Fómhar/Geimhreadh / Fall/Winter 2005
- pp. 260-261
- 10.1353/eir.2005.0013
- Article
- Additional Information
Éire-Ireland 40.3&4 (2005) 260-261
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Shaving Mirror, and: Absence, and: Glassblower
David Butler
Shaving Mirror
The illusion, in its concave retina, is
Virtual, magnified and upright,
Which shows the treachery of words.
Rather say the image exaggerates
With the precision of satire.
It is a theatre of parallax;
A moving circle, centred on the eye;
A mercurial portrait, to which
Time, a third-rate artist
Who can't leave well-enough alone,
Returns, morning after morning,
To rework line and hatching
With ever coarser charcoals,
Until the figure is botched, once for all,
To caricature.
Absence
L'homme est l'être par qui le néant vient au monde.SARTREOf the words that separate us from animals
Absence is the most disruptive and immediate.
It is colourless, weightless.
It has no home in the world
But is carried parasitically,
Voracious as the hollow of memory.
It is odourless and silent.
Its slow accumulation tilts, by degrees,
The scales that weigh up
Whatever it is we call ourselves.
It is the amputee's void sleeve.
It is furniture's melancholy.
It is Death's soundless anthem.There is a world of difference between a blank wall
And the wall from which a portrait has been removed. [End Page 260]
Glassblower
It is as though an incandescent swarm
Has clustered, on a spindle of his breath,
To fabricate a hive
In the hot globe of amber.
Or it is as though the air is given hands,
Cupping the molten bubble thrown out
By his steady lung, crafting
The dull red sun until it sets,
Like a premonition of Winter,
Into the fragile geometry of glass.
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