The Broken Mirror


I Am X (Excerpt)


14.


M [Mirror]


It’s not love. It’s just another version of me for you to play with. And what the image giveth, so shalt the image taketh away. First, your spirit. Then your mind. Then your body. [Sung] “You do it to yourself, you know, that’s why it really hurts, you do it to yourself… you do it to yourself… “ 


[Loud whisper]


The thought that there is something fundamentally wrong with you is what is fundamentally wrong with you. 


Now you know, but it doesn’t matter. What good has knowing ever done you? We run deeper than knowing. We are being.


15.


X [Specs and now 3 medical masks. Entire face is obscured]

Reflections in shop windows. I’m walking stoned, being stoned. The image is telling me I’m gone. She’s told me not to come back! To move on. Move on to where? There I was somewhere. There I was.. we were… there was… Agh, If I could break every window in the world, smash every mirror, I could be nothing. Nothing! Oh, holy consummation! But from here to there…. I crossed the Nullarbor desert and lost something. But I could check every grain of sand and never find it. The one mirror that could save me, the image of us, the image of…  of love! Walk faster, faster, keep walking, stop looking. You’re not finding it by looking, you’re losing it. I’m losing it. It’s lost!


A surrealist version of Narcissus stares into a pool, the scene representing the difficulties of the grammatized self as mirrored in the socio-symbolic material
Source: Metamorphosis of Narcissus by Salvador Dali

”In the mirror, we are naked; the other’s gaze is returned to us in judgement. We have been ejected from paradise and condemned to know ourselves through the filter of the other. We must dress ourselves in social clothes to be acceptable. We must look as such and act as such. The very form of our body in the mirror presents not so much as a physical limitation … but a social limitation. This is how I appear to the other now and I cannot but appear so, for, look, this is what I am! And it is limited! ”
—Paul R. Buckle