2011/03/25 Life Backwards Poem by Margaret Alice

The stranger of yesterday made a mess of everything,
going to French class without reading glasses, sitting
in the wrong chair and not listening at all as she hates
news about political events, drove like a fiend, pointed
out that “Alice Through The Looking Glass” provides
perfect illustrations of Einstein’s relativism where time
becomes something different for each person

The White Queen lives life backwards and screams in
pain before she pricks her finger, during the actual event
when her finger bleeds she only smiles, already done
with the emotion of shock, this is exactly how I live my
life, when something wonderful happens I cry my eyes
out in fear of losing it – then enjoy the wonder and when
the event is over I can smile having cried already

According to relativism including a space-time dimension
we can move backwards and forwards in time, I always
move to the end of every event before it unfolds in order
to enjoy its dénouement without fear for the inevitable
ending, it can be rather a drawback – now my kids do
it too, never expressing sentimental emotion or fear of
anything going wrong, saying they are prepared

For everything going wrong all the time – I wonder, is it
a good thing? Their cynical rejection of the excessive
emotionalism of Romeo and Juliet is quite shocking to
one who cried desperately on reading their story the
first time…