Thursday, March 20, 2008

A truth deeper and more ambiguous

From the 3/17 "New Yorker." The article was about magic and magicians in general, and I was reading along numbly and passively...And then this passage jerked me out of my numbness and passivity:


"...the empathetic interchange between minds is satisfying only when it is 'dynamic,' unfinished, unresolved. Friendships, flirtations, even love affairs depend, like magic tricks, on a constant exchange of incomplete but tantalizing information. We are always reducing the claim or raising the proof. The magician teaches us that romance lies in an unstable contest of minds that leaves us knowing it's a trick but not which one it is, and being impressed by the other person's ability to let the trickery go on. Frauds master our minds; magicians, like poets and lovers, engage them in a permanent maze of possibilities. The trick is to renew the possibilities, to keep them them from becoming schematized, to let them be imperfect, and the question between us is always "Who's the magician?" When we say that love is magic, we are telling a truth deeper, and more ambiguous, than we know."

4 comments:

Olive said...

get a fuckin' life

Beth Austin said...

Gee, thanks Neil, er, OLIVE! Your comments are, as usual, insightful and profound!

Menky said...

unsuitable is what everyone in the industry is saying about you and your soon to defunct website.

To respond to your insightful comments-I am the furthest from going bald in the picture was taken with me in the sun but glad that you are a frequent visitor

As your jealously shows through-20 years as a Joan fan and you have done nothing for her memory-you even run a borrowed site-sucks to be you

Beth Austin said...

Neil, sorry that that sunlit shot on your own blog revealed your balding scalp. You're balding...be a proud BALD MAN!

Same with your blog photos of you and your boyfriend in Vegas--In the photos that you yourself posted, you two look like a couple of pasty, pudgy white guys trying too hard to party in Vegas... (Gee, you might as well be straight guys from Iowa.)

I don't INVENT these photos!