“The gap that separates beauty from ugliness is the very gap that separates reality from the Real: what constitutes reality is the minimum of idealization the subject needs in order to sustain the horror of the Real.”
— Slavoj Žižek
Pickle my I in tears that tickle,
& then ball me! –
A thousand fight, no business.
My I is friends, say Doll Mother.
My I can control.
My I be more incidental to life.
Sing the days, say Doll Mother,
payments will do & do for once.
Plastic shots do hold.
Won’t anyone feel me radiate?
Scenes from Andrei Tarkowsky’s Stalker (1979)
Peter Bies © 2011