“Until very recently, the artist was a magician who did his magic in public view but kept himself and his effects a matter of mystery.” —Gore Vidal
Neither smoke nor mirrors play a part
In the great magician’s secret art
Just a cabinet plain
No gamed sword blade or feign of fake sort
I was a magician’s assistant and had to go in the box that they put the swords through, and there’s no trick to it. You literally have to dodge the swords.
The beautiful assistant it’s true
May turn out to be not one but two
Yet the beauty is unharmed
The audience is charmed
As the beauty’s twin makes a debut
When the audience enjoys your performance, you feel like a magician who is doing magic. It’s a great feeling.
The magician’s secret thus is revealed
The cabinet exposes unveiled
The assistant’s sister
Impossible to miss her
With virtually nothing concealed
One of my rules is never explain. A writer is a lot like a magician, if you explain how the trick works then a lot of the magic turns mundane.
―Laurell K. Hamilton
Absent top hat silk scarf and kid gloves
No rabbit up the sleeve or tame doves
The magician imparts
The secret of the art
For the sake of the labor of love
Labor is the fabled magician’s wand, the philosophers stone, and the cap of good fortune.
―James Weldon Johnson
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