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Look On My Works Ye Mighty and Despair!

Poets and crazy people see the metaphors in everyday life that other people don’t.

I often find myself wondering: So, which one are you? Poet or nuts?

It’s not that other people ignore metaphors. It’s that they don’t actually register them. Too busy looking for that magic in their smartphones, I guess.

Magic, of course, is the fallback of the truly powerless. Children, the uneducated, those Amazonian tribesmen living in the vestiges of the rainforest. Those harried commuters on the F subway line.

It’s a paradox, you know. If you believe in magic, you’re admitting to your own powerlessness.

And yet, who wants to live without magic?


Yesterday felt like the bleakest day in the history of mankind on this planet.

Though, of course, it wasn’t. It was merely the most recent float in a cavalcade of bleak days.

I forced myself to go running because – you know – exercise! On my birthday, I went to Krause’s and bought half a pound of dee-lish-us chocolate truffles and ate them all! I’m the type of person who gains 10 pounds if I even look at a chocolate truffle, so much mortification of the flesh was called for and will continue to be called for.

I also saw Chappaquiddick, which is a terrible movie that I don’t recommend.

But it did get me wondering about the nature of the bargain Joseph P. Kennedy struck with the Devil. ‘Cause you look at the history of that – let’s be honest here! – more-mediocre-than-most political dynasty, the Kennedys, and you just know some kind eee-veeel mojo was involved.

So what was it? Did old Joe stumble across that same curiously spindly and elongated fellow in the too-short shirtsleeves and stovepipe hat who struck a bargain with Jebez Stone some two centuries past (thereby inspiring Daniel Webster’s only recorded foray into tort law?) Or was it the more traditional scaly red hominid with the horns and pitchfork? Or a black cat? Or even that lascivious little girl with the blood-red lips who bounced Terence Stamp’s head to a Nino Roti soundtrack late one night in the early 1970s near Rome?

I'd guess it was a Norma Desmond showgirl. With a youthful face. And a hideously wattled, jowlish, sagging throat covered with liver spots.

The good news? Dynasties come and go!

But a soul stays sold for all eternity.

The Ozymandias Factor!

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( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 13th, 2018 05:30 pm (UTC)
I like your photo with the batik effect.

You deserve those chocolate truffles. It's not like you have a birthday every day.
Apr. 13th, 2018 06:41 pm (UTC)
Prisma has some nice filters. :-)

I wish I could eat chocolate truffles from Krause every day! Dee-LISH. :-)
Apr. 13th, 2018 06:24 pm (UTC)

Both a poet and a nut here.

"Magic is alive." Can be a challenge for me to remember.

I adore it that you run. I never liked it, not even as a child. So for some weird reason, I just go WOW thinking of people who run.

Another quite enjoyable post. Oh and for the Ozymandias reference, made me think.

Apr. 13th, 2018 06:39 pm (UTC)
Well, don't picture me as Atalanta! I run really slowly. In fact, I'm sure most people wouldn't call it running! And I don't particularly enjoy it. But it's exercise, and it's cheap, and anyway, I don't like gyms.

Apr. 13th, 2018 06:46 pm (UTC)
Too cold out there where you live to dress like her, not my image of you. But tights maybe?

Edited at 2018-04-13 06:46 pm (UTC)
Apr. 14th, 2018 01:28 am (UTC)
I don't think belief in magic implies powerlessness. I see it as working in concert with forces that are greater (e.g., Nature) than the practitioner but still part of a whole. Perhaps the practitioner is less powerful than the forces with which he/she works, but not powerless.

The Lovin' Spoonful: Do You Believe in Magic?

Apr. 22nd, 2018 03:05 pm (UTC)
I don't think belief in magic implies powerlessness.

Well, we absolutely disagree on that one.

Of course the implication of powerlessness doesn't keep me from believing in magic. :-)
Apr. 15th, 2018 06:44 am (UTC)
"I don't want realism. I want magic!"
It's true. Who wants to live without it?

Some of it is admitting to powerlessness, or bending to irrational superstition. But I find magic in so many mundane and matter-of-fact things too. So I guess I will never have to live without it.
Apr. 22nd, 2018 03:06 pm (UTC)
Re: "I don't want realism. I want magic!"
I find a lot of magic in timing. Synchronicity, I guess Jung would call it. :-)
Apr. 15th, 2018 11:38 am (UTC)

I can do without “magic” Wonders are what gets my motor running. Like, every atom heavier than iron in our bodies came from a supernova. Or every breath contains oxygen molecules breathed by, say Beethoven or that Austrian Corporal

Apr. 22nd, 2018 03:06 pm (UTC)
Yes, I know your feelings about magic. :-)

Wonder is pretty terrific too, of course. :-)
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