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Show THE JUGGLER FINDS HIS PUBLIC ON THE STREET and we are among them. He has caught our attention while opening his black satchel of equipment, purposeful as a surgeon or salesman. He begins with batons. They are teasers. He proceeds to torches, knives, chains - he will never stop smiling, never break this circle of faith and skill. For his is a profession steeped in history, A disciple of gravity, a descendant of the Big Top tents, the fatal Tarot incarnate, he is the rock behind a cascade of flame and metal. And we watch his spectacle like children, like tourists holding a common breath; our hands open and willing by our sides ready to grasp the falling fruits of some delicious innocence long ago discarded for the surer show of fire and weapons, |
