This is a history of updates to the news item "Babyface: prize sonnet", originally posted by Victor Gijsbers on October 29, 2021 9:58 PM. (This item is for , by Mark Sample.)
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Babyface: prize sonnet
As part of his prize, Mark Sample chose a sonnet about the game written by Victor Gijsbers. Here it is:
Donít show me your face. O, believe me, itís not
that I fear you ill-favoured, disfigured or plain;
but the glance of my eye will indelibly stain
your innocent beauty, will leave there a blot
that one canít brush away; that cannot be forgot;
for to see is to judge, and however humane,
all judgement will pigeonhole, sort and restrain,
will poison your infinite freedom with rot.
Donít show me your face. Keep it wrapped in a sheet.
Youíll be perfect as snow in a world without eyes.
And donít fall for the mother bearís trick with her cub:
donít get licked into shape. Remain incomplete.
My love, when youíre seen, possibility dies Ė
because looking at something Ė uses it up.