LET ME SUFFOCATE
Having read a book once, about a Turkish
magician in Istanbul, I live with that
vivid in my mind. Waterways and a
change of names : maybe Constantinople,
I can't recall. He'd make ships disappear.
Places like Hellespointe and the Strait
of Hormuz; off, slightly distant, just
off-point. Time after time, too, he'd
make entire episodes disappear - those
who lived on remained ciphers, even to
themselves. Huge chunks of time, just
gone and forgotten. He had, as a child -
which is what he kept writing about -
a grandmother who took care of him and
it was she who planted all these wondrous
ideas in his mind. Magical stories and tales.
He never forgot. This kid grew up into
quite a something, never knowing if he
wanted to be a writer or an attorney. So,
he became a magician. Made his living
from that; and then his grandmother died.