POEM #25
Among the many horrific details surrounding The Wizard of Oz, one of the most visceral to me was from the original book, where the people of Oz are forced to wear emerald-coloured glasses in order to maintain the illusion that the city is green. A detail that many miss or forget is that the glasses are locked on. The Guardian of the Gates: "Because if you did not wear spectacles the brightness and glory of the Emerald City would blind you. Even those who live in the City must wear spectacles night and day. They are all locked on, for Oz so ordered it when the City was first built, and I have the only key that will unlock them." What glasses are we all wearing?
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