The Mirrors and Bob

Document ID 1979 US236 V MIRR 36A
Date
1979, September
Object-type: Photograph

FRANKY: Thank God you didn't show up any later. This place gives me the chills at night. ... No electricity, and all these mirrors... You know, in my community when someone dies, they cover all the mirrors in the house. Some say that it’s just to renounce all vanity during the mourning period, but others say something else... They say it’s to keep the soul of the dead from being trapped in the mirrors... Believe it or not, there's always a bit of truth in any superstition. Am I right?

Amused and skeptical at the same time, Carl contemplates the mirrors that surround him-

FRANKY: I guess you just have to keep your eyes away from them.

Unlike the rest of the scenery, the mirrors are perfectly clean and glistening.

CARL: Did you clean them?

FRANKY: What?

CARL: The mirrors, why are they so clean?

Franky smiles-

FRANKY: That’s Bob Tagge, the fellow who worked here before you. He was completely obsessed with these damn mirrors. He'd spend the entire night polishing them.

CARL: Why did he leave?

FRANKY: No idea. Just didn’t show up one day. I take it he's found a better opportunity somewhere else. I’m not one to complain, but I never really liked him much... Could never be bothered to say hello or at least ask “how are you doing?”... I mean, damn.

They enter the next floor.

FRANKY : Third floor... Ladies' collaboration room. You gotta be careful here. When the wind blows, sometimes the tiles fly off the roof and they'll just snap your ear off, if you follow what I'm saying... Franky checks the time on his watch.

Well, I'll let you get acquainted with the rest of the building on your own.

Remarks
Conversation overheard

It took a long time to finish.
All summer long, in defiance of the heat, we tidied up the classification tables
took new cuttings and guided them towards the cool morning
where we fell into each other’s arms, exhausted but satisfied.

Freed from the tables briefly, not quite knowing how to interpret the limbs
we’d used to support the desks and display cases.

I went to see if it showed:
the sun’s position, swallows under the gutter.

Difficult to say.
All those empty barns. Land everywhere

this landscape started to be
and lots in it
that was beyond repair.

Had not only come here
but also overtaken
I was

an acre carried to this head
to have been for this acre.
This led to sand and stones
and I lay there
until the rain came.

Nobody who can remember
what may still be gathered
and dried with care.

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The rules are given
in order to make them prevail.

Which rules? he asks her
and his movement beats out the hours, like a bird.

Someone else, on the other side of that movement
ducks
and holds an arm over the head.

Suppose this is a bird
says the one who is staring at a spot
that  is slowly becoming red.

Om te beginnen is er geen feilloze methode
het is zover het oog reikt
en het daarin geziene.

Planten kunnen als voorbeeld dienen.
Wie van de planten wil leren krijgt kansen genoeg.

Maar vanwege de rapportage wil het toezicht dat we moeite doen
voor de methode. Het is een mager begin de bewering dat niets stilstaat
dat niets blijft, dat de meest succesvolle levende organismen gewend zijn om te groeien.

Groei is een beweging
Groei zoekt niks in de palmen en alles in de groei.
Groei is vitaal, is feitelijk.

Forms, Figures, Tables, Ideas.
All that happened once.

Difficult to think, given the absent wind in the picture.
When the lull inches across the afternoon and your lips don’t move any air about either.

The thought scares me, I try to comfort myself with what I know, but can’t find a single fact that brings relief. The photos still don’t convey anything of what continues to grow inside the lab technician.

Zoals de planters zich tot de houthakkers verhouden.
De palmen hebben zwaar op onze schouders gedrukt. Als idee van hout, maar meer als idee op zich. Steeds als in onze gesprekken een stilte viel waren het de palmen die onze gedachten innamen.

We hebben de liefde van planters en houthakkers hoog zitten. Daar gaan we in de tabellen niet graag aan voorbij. We weten dat we in kaart brengen waar anderen hun argumenten aan ontlenen.
Zoals de kaart zich tot de argumenten verhoudt.

Where to go
the day we see
there is nowhere to go?
all that remains
and the rain making sound
all that
all that
that all one’s thoughts
have been thought by others
one another
confusion and balance
other times not

Water is the mouth
I am your confusion
I that must always be
the only possible point of departure
the darkness that
sleeps, the blood in the body that sleeps
tomorrow it will be almost sleep
always take up sleep, also