Showing posts with label Juggling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Juggling. Show all posts

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Paracelsus 2: Palingenesis (The Jugglers)








John Gautz, Man Levitating, 1820



        "At Baroche,” says the estimable traveller Tavernier, [1]“there is a first-class English house, which I reached on a certain day withthe English president, on my way from Agra to Surat.  There came also certain jugglers, askingleave to exhibit some of their professional skill, and the president wascurious to see it.  In the first placethey lighted a great fire, at which they heated iron chains, then wound themaround their bodies and pretended that they were suffering in consequence, butno harm followed.   They next took amorsel of wood, set it in the ground and asked one of the spectators to choosewhat fruit he liked.  His choice fellupon mangoes, and thereupon one of the performers put a shroud about him andsquatted on the ground five or six times. I had the curiosity to ascend to an upper room, where I could seethrough a fold in the sheet what was being done by the man.  He was actually cutting the flesh under thearmpits with a razor, and rubbing the wood with his blood.  Each time he rose up the wood grewvisibly;  on the third occasion therewere branches and buds thereon, on the fourth the tree was covered with leaves,and on the fifth it was bearing flowers.







Howard Thurston theatrical poster, early 20th century


        The Englishpresident had brought his chaplain Amadabat to baptise the child of the Dutchcommander, the president acting as godfather. The Dutch, it should be mentioned, do not have chaplains except wheresoldiers and merchants are gathered together. The English clergyman began by protesting that he could not consent toChristians assisting at such spectacles, and when he saw how the performersbrought from a bit of dry wood, in less than half an hour, a tree of four orfive feet in height, having leaves and flowers as in springtime, he felt it hisduty to put an end to the business.  Heannounced therefore that he would not administer communion to those whopersisted in witnessing such occurrences. The president was thus compelled to dismiss the jugglers."






Hindu Jugglers, 1822


      Dr.  Clever de Maldigny [2], to whom we owe thisextract, regrets that the growth of the mangoes was thus stopped abruptly, buthe does not explain the occurrence.  Toour mind it was a case of fascination by the magnetism of the radiant light ofblood, a phenomenon of magnetised electricity, identical with that termedpalingenesis (παλιγγενεσια), by which a living plant is made to appear in a vessel containingashes of the same plant long since perished.








Ramo Samee, the most famous Indian juggler, performing at the Royal Coburg Theater (later the Old Vic), London, 1822. ("Is it then a trifling power we see at work, or is it not something next to miraculous! It is the utmost stretch of human ingenuity." William Hazlitt on Ramo Samee: from The Indian Jugglers in Table Talk, 1828 (link))


[1]   From:  Les Six Voyages de Jean-Baptiste Tavernier, enTurque, en Perse et aux Indes, Paris, 1676.


[2]  Source not cited by E. Levi. However, the Baron de Maldigny, a surgeon in the Royal Guards of France, is known for  successfully performing a lithotomy on himself before a mirror, thus relieving himself of excruciating pain. This achievement is cited in Dr. Leonard J.T. Murphy's article Self-Performed Operations for Stone in the Bladder, British Journal of Urology, Vol. 41, October 1969,  pp. 515-29.








 Jean-Baptiste Tavernier in Oriental Costume, 1679







 Sparrows in a mango tree, Jaipur




Eliphas Levi, The History of Magic (Including A Clear And Precise Exposition Of Its Procedure, Its Rites And Its Mysteries), 1860 (translated by A.E. Waite, 1913)

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Clowns Juggling Eggs









    When Jane was quite young -- 4 or 5 years old -- she asked me whether I would like to hear a joke?

    I answered I would, then she said: "Daddy, how does a clown like his eggs?"

    I said I didn't know.

    "Juggled."

     I thought that was quite good, and as far as I've been able to determine (and I've been on an internet inquiry path for years), the joke in this form (i.e., this question/this punch line) was entirely and originally my daughter's.

     What I like most about Jane's joke is that it's "re-tellable" (even by me, who can't tell or remember jokes to save my life), that the punch line "punches" in terms of sound and sense, and that it's kind of surreal and skewed in a way that seems appropriate to the subject matter. 







     Jane long ago tired of being questioned by me about her creation and  she is far less impressed than I am by the invention and her own wit. She did explain, however, that the joke was based on an inferior variant she had been told by another child, which she carried around in her head for a while like a nagging headache.

     That joke went:

     "How does a clown his eggs?"

     "Upside down."

      Pretty flat, no?

     The pictures I've chosen here to illustrate this possibly "maximally" irrelevant anecdote do not show a clown juggling anything because, like many people, I find clowns creepy and I don't want disturbing clown images disfiguring these pages.

     When I've heard, as I have on several occasions, certain parents saying that their child chose to abandon traditional higher education in order to attend "clown college," I never know whether I'm awake or asleep and having a bad dream.