Wednesday, January 31, 2007
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
Shhhh...I believe. I believe in faeries. I do. I believe that on humid summer nights, they move through the tall grass, whispering to the darkness and singing songs that speak to our loneliness. I believe in the crackling of midnight, the tension of that hour, the tilting balance from day to night and back again.
I believe that behind the most ordinary closet door is a miraculous vista, with rolling green hills bearing daisy ornaments and alive with an explosion of dandelion fluff.
I believe in magic. I don't try and figure out how David Copperfield or David Blaine do what they do. I just believe.
Maybe it's because I don't have religion. Maybe it's human nature to embrace the remarkable, to reach beyond the mundane. Whatever the reason, I believe in magic. It's what I draw upon to write.
Nathaniel Hawthorne used a fountain for his metaphor. The magic which brings forth creation is what springs from that fountain. Magic gives us a sense of wonder. It pulls that wonder from our childhood and gives it back to us so that we may once again drape ourself in its freshness and innocence.
I believe in magic.
Where does your creativity come from? Me? I've a date tonight with a young lady. We're going to wait for the rabbit and then follow him down the hole, or perhaps through a mirror. Maybe we'll see if we can find the boy who has lost his shadow and follow him as he heads for that first star on the right and follows it straight on to morning.