Thursday, November 13, 2008
What matters more than practice
is the fact that you, my audience,
are pulling for me, want me to pull
it off -- this next sleight. Now
you see it. Something more than
whether I succeed's at stake.
This talk is called patter. This
is misdirection -- how my left
hand shows you nothing's in it.
Nothing is. I count on your mistake
of caring. In my right hand your
undoing blooms like cancer.
But I've shown you that already --
empty. Most tricks are done
before you think they've started -- you
who value space more than time.
The balls, the cards, the coins -- they go
into the past, not into my pocket.
If I give you anything, be sure
it's not important. What I keep
keeps me alive -- a truth on which
your interest hinges. We are like
lovers, if you will. Sometimes even
if you don't will. Now you don't.
"Magician", Gary Miranda
Damn, I'm glad they didn't put that last verse on the exam. Would have totally ruined my paragraph about "Now you see it." Besides, it's pretty difficult - the first three stanzas are good, the last one is killer. And it ruins the flow - gives the poem a nice structure, but it doesn't seem to fit right.
But English is over - one week and I'm free. More importantly, I've managed to survive this week without dying. Admittedly, talking to Sandra last night helped quite a bit - I sound stressed out. Hard to believe, right? Me, stressed?
Went to QVM after my English exam, bought a new dress, which was awesome, and thought a little too much - and made a very hard decision on the train back. Now, only another twenty-seven thousand hard decisions and I should be set.
I really have to stop doing the Gatsby thing and delaying happiness.
I'm going to miss English next year - maybe I can still do a PhD on Nick Carraway's sexuality. Anyone want to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button with me during the hols? It's based on a book by my man Fitz to the gerald lah! And it has Brad Pitt in it...okay, that's not an incentive. It's like, a...discentive? But yeah. Come!
I am so going to have a lonely ass summer.
And I highly dislike teh fact Elena's boobs look bigger than mine in that pic. As if. As if!
God Bless.
lovelove, Jess xxxx
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