{"id":1181,"date":"2022-04-22T20:46:27","date_gmt":"2022-04-22T20:46:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=1181"},"modified":"2022-04-22T20:46:30","modified_gmt":"2022-04-22T20:46:30","slug":"the-gentlemans-magic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/the-gentlemans-magic\/1181\/","title":{"rendered":"The Gentleman\u2019s Magic"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1000\" height=\"618\" src=\"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/gentleman_mag-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1183\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/gentleman_mag-1.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/gentleman_mag-1.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/gentleman_mag-1.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 750px) 100vw, 750px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>The fellow smoked his pipe, stroked his messy mane of a beard, and Johnson who it must be said lacked insight was unsure of what to make of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The man was intelligent yes, or at least, confident, and all around the walls of his innermost chamber, (a converted garage in truth) showed a life well lived. Framed photos proudly depicted the gentleman, shaking hands with Andy Warhol or standing in front of the pyramids of Giza.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>Johnson whose last holiday was to a rainy Portsmouth two years ago and had never met anyone noteworthy, could only gulp in shame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Still duty called and this duty was to get to the heart of Culverton Morriston, gentleman, painter and wizard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWell,\u201d Johnson stammered \u201cyou\u2019re a magician.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Professor Morriston, examining him closely, removed his pipe from his lips and slowly breathed out a long thin ribbon of smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat is what it says on my business card, yes,\u201d he replied in his deep bass voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat kind?\u201d Johnson said in what he hoped was friendly and curious but even to his ears, reeked of stage fright, \u201cI mean are you Harry Houdini or Aleister Crowley?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mentioning the trade which consisted of pulling a rabbit out of a hat may have been the wrong move, for the professor\u2019s brow creased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Come to think of it, before being allowed to meet him, the professor\u2019s wife had warned Johnson in her soothing and practical voice that: \u201cmy husband takes it all very seriously.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cTakes what seriously?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBeing a magician of course.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And now Johnson\u2019s dumb question, guaranteed that a lack of respect resonated from the man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo you want to know what magic is?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Johnson nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThink of art as magic and magic as art. A comedy makes you laugh, a tragedy makes you cry, music can move your awareness to a different plane. That\u2019s magic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Johnson politely smiled but to him magic had always been transforming a prince into a toad or walking on water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo, it\u2019s art?\u201d he gulped. \u201cPhilosophy? Science?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou may call it all three, or you may understand it\u2019s between the states. The transformative power that such arts can wield over the human mind. The shaman beating his drum in a rhythmic fashion, he was summing up music to lull his audience into a trance. Of course, that role has declined into a script writer or a pop musician\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Here he spoke with a distasteful sniff.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThe magician now provides comfort food to kill twenty minutes of our time. 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