Friday, September 16, 2005

Carry On, Wayward Son

Ah, but can life ever return to normal? And what is "normal"? And why do I post way past my bedtime so you have to read this unintelligible drivel?

I've found it hard to settle back into any sort of rhythm lately, and to get excited about magic. I mean, who cares? Card tricks. Bleh. In the grand scheme, it's nothing. That's the thing about performance art anyway -- by it's very nature it's ephemeral. Writers can create things that last at least hundreds of years. Ditto painters and sculptors. But once a dancer or an actor or a magician is done, his or her creation is gone, less than a puff of smoke, no more impression than a shadow.

Great performance artists at least can leave memories. Magicians are still talking about Hofzinser (but, to prove my point, ask 1000 members of the general public who he was...), Lionel Barrymore's name still comes up in acting circles, jugglers still talk about Enrico Rastelli and singers still mention Jenny Lind. But who am I kiddin'? I never was a great performance artist. I'd have to work hard to scratch my way up to mediocre. I'm not even good in my circle of performance acquaintances. So why care? Why keep it up? Why get excited?

Maybe it's just the circumstances -- all that's happened recently, and the fact that I'm posting this way past my bedtime in a quiet apartment after a tough day at work. Or maybe it really doesn't matter any more and I need to find something to do with the shelves full of magic books and the decks of cards and the half dollars that nobody else but magic nerds carry. There's always eBay.

Peace.

5 comments:

Kigali said...

For typing this deep into the night, it is most intelligible. Perhaps your feelings are of circumstances...or perhaps not. Hope it all becomes clear to you, and you figure out what you must do. If it helps, I'm still undecided as to what I want to do. I know it will somehow involve communication and helping others. Yea, very narrowed down.>_>

Anonymous said...

It's always good to hear from my friend kigali. I hope things become clear as well. Clouds are disconcerting after a while.

Kigali said...

Yes indeed. With such times, i spend long times thinking, even months going on to a year on something that unsettled me once. But oh well..life.

Anonymous said...

Or maybe it really doesn't matter any more and I need to find something to do with the shelves full of magic books and the decks of cards and the half dollars that nobody else but magic nerds carry.

Would you like my mailing address?

Anonymous said...

If you're prepared to make a spectacularly good offer, sure.