Quicker Than The Eye, 1996It was at a magic show I saw the man who looked enough like me to be my twin. My wife and I were seated at a Saturday night performance, it was summer and warm, the audience melting in weather and conviviality. All around I saw married and engaged couples delighted and then alarmed by the comic opera of their lives which was being shown in immense symbol onstage. A woman was sawed in half. How the husbands in the audience smiled. A woman in a cabinet vanished. A bearded magician wept for her in despair. Then, at the tip-top of the balcony, she appeared, waving a white-powdered hand, infinitely beautiful, unattainable, far away. | |
Quid Pro Quo, 2000 |
