Following the coffin through the
churchyard was the woman’s granddaughter, 16 years old at that
time, and too long in the limbs. Head drooping from a curved back and
legs wheeling through the snow, hands holding a scarf to her mouth.
Like a magician she starts to extract a wet ball of silk from her
mouth, and it extends, a long tail, more and more of it. Finally she
buries her face in it, a peculiar grimace, shoulders shaking. This
figure, ungainly though it was, was still lost among the crowd of
mourners, except to one pair of eyes watching from the sidelines who
could see the strange light in her eyes. Yes she was laughing, not
crying.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Brief Notes On A Photograph Depicting Levitation
I've been curious since my teens about the history and development of levitation and the techniques various magicians have used to achieve it. The picture above is one of my favourite levitation images. Although I've encountered it on different websites, I've never found, until recently, any relevant information about its origins.
I suppose the most immediate thing that grabs you about the photograph is that its staged on a beach. This, arguably, disproves the commonly held belief that the trick behind levitation is the use of wires attached to the roof of the stage. Apart from this, the picture is just generally visually pleasing. I like the way that the magician's arms - raised in the iconic sorcerer's pose - syncs with the breaking wave in the background.
Also, the entire photo consists of sets of horizontal parallel lines: the waves; the water's edge; the line of wet sand; the magicians arms; the woman's body; concluding with the neat pair of shadows that their bodies cast on the sand. The idea of parallel lines (one line 'floating' above another) ties up nicely with the subject of photograph.
The one disrupting element in the composition is the woman's legs. If you look carefully, you can see that one foot crosses over the other and 'hovers' over it, breaking the sequence of lines. The more you study it, the stranger the crossing seems, and one begins to suspect that it is part of the mechanics of the illusion. Another odd thing is that the wind seems to be blowing in two directions. Look at the woman's flapping dress and then at the magicians hair. It looks as if they're being blown in different directions.
The photo would have remained in my pictures folder had it not been for the fact that I recently accidentally discovered that the man pictured was an Indian magician called Yusultini and that the woman, named Faeeza, was his wife. It dates from 1962, and, incredibly, was taken on a beach near Durban, South Africa - which is where I now live.
~Leon Moodley
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Victoria Williams: 0135
What do you think makes you a good
writer?
I have a lot of character flaws (that
make it impossible to lead a normal life).
What job interview does this work in?
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Victoria Williams: 0134
Unpacking poem
How sad it seems now
That I stacked the books so neatly
And left.
How sad it seems now
That I stacked the books so neatly
And left.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Victoria Williams: 0133
I don’t want to look through the photo album. Your decrepitude is alarming me... He awoke to find the bouquet in the toilet bowl. She had left a note: the most alarming thing has been watching you decay.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
If Shakespeare Was A Cow
The Moochant of Venice
The Diary Wives of Windsor
A Midsummer Night's Cream
Much Udders About Nothing
The Comoody of Errors
The Diary Wives of Windsor
A Midsummer Night's Cream
Much Udders About Nothing
The Comoody of Errors
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Shakespeare The Alcoholic
King Beer
The Two Gentlemen of Corona
The Taming of the Brew
The Merry Wines of Windsor
The Winter's Ale
The Two Gentlemen of Corona
The Taming of the Brew
The Merry Wines of Windsor
The Winter's Ale
Monday, January 2, 2012
Quote
"Make it a way of life to expel
Envy from your heart." - Tiruvalluvar, Kural: 161
I wish I'd said that first.
Envy from your heart." - Tiruvalluvar, Kural: 161
I wish I'd said that first.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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