Michael Stewart - Did it ever occur to us that magicians keep their tricks a secret to protect us? But from what?

Michael Stewart, A Brief Encyclopedia of Modern Magic (The Cupboard, 2009)

«Every illusion carries a price and no one is more aware of that than the wondrous, tragic magicians detailed here. They know darkness that leaves scars. They know failure that gives birth to terrible life. They know their journey is one of haunting, their competition one that doesn't end with this world. Did it never occur to us they keep their tricks a secret to protect us?
Plus tricks you can do at home!
(You should never do these tricks at home.)»

From A Brief Encyclopedia of Modern Magic:

«Nickerson, Sandra. (1952Ð). Not so much a magician as a madwoman, Sandra was, nevertheless, a madwoman with flair, and there is something to that. She performed in a nightgown on a stage that looked much like your kitchen. The show would start with her beheading several chickens (to the dismay of the children in the audience). Then she miraculously reattached them (to the pleasure of the children), but the heads would roll off a few moments later and the whole mess had to be swept off stage. Her finale typically involved a levitation. She would lift herself a bit off the ground and a smile would slowly crack across her face. Then, suddenly, she would throw herself against the doors and windows, brutally beating them until her little flight would putter out and she would slump to the floor with what could be interpreted as a bow.

Trick eggs. There are so many trick eggs. A partial list could include: eggs from which full grown pigeons emerge; hollow eggs with silks hidden inside; eggs so heavy two men would be needed to lift them; eggs so light they float an inch over the table; unbreakable eggs; eggs which can wobble and walk on their own; eggs which when broken scream out.»

Michael Simmons, Hieroglpyhics, Mud Luscious Press, 2011.
"In THE HIEROGLYPHICS, a novel(la) in prose poems, Michael Stewart tackles nothing less than a radical revision of creation myths that comments darkly on the ancient stories we have received & the future we may be facing. Stewart’s language is spare & haunting, the allusions resonating, in this work that “reminds us how pale are the achievements of men.” - Wendy Barker
"A more certain world does not make for a less terrifying one in Michael Stewart’s astonishing & grave book of wisdoms & codes & laws & rites & rituals & charms. Gather: A sparrow is burning. Gather: There is news of the soul." - Carole Maso
"Back in 2001, I took my very first fiction workshop. It was with Catherine Kasper. I’d never written a short story before. I was a junior. My first story submission was terrible, truly terrible. Despite my really shitty story, Michael Stewart was nice to me.
I thought he was the best writer in class. (And he was.) And there were some spectacular writers in class.
Over the past decade, Michael and I have consumed a lot of coffee and breakfast tacos together. We have played many chess games and go games. We have seen each other’s heartbreaks and victories.
Michael Stewart is a charming man and a charming writer. His first book, The Hieroglpyhics, is out now with Mud Luscious Press.
The Hieroglyphics is a careful examination of language and mythology, or maybe mythological language, or maybe the language of mythology. For instance, this is the first page:
God is like a beast; he does not know time. To know time is man’s alone, it is a weight only the seed of Adam may feel.Stewart composes in sentences so deceptively simple – and a language so gracefully common – that by the time you’re done reading, you have been rendered a fool twice over without knowing it. And, along the way somewhere, you have fallen in love and been cheated on and gotten married and maybe even divorced, who knows, you certainly don’t. I’ve read The Hieroglyphics a number of times in a number of different forms. Each time, I read it in just one sitting. Each time, it’s falling into Wonderland. I have never finished this book as the same person. Now, that is magic.
And now, without further ado: 13 Ways of Looking at Michael Stewart!

The Hieroglyphics is clearly grounded in a variety of creation myths. You combine the Judeo-Christian Adam with Egyptian mythology with Greek mythology, etc. What is the value of this merging of mythology? What do you hope to accomplish?- The original text, which was ostensibly a Judeo-Christian interpretation of the hieroglyphics, did most of this for me. Throughout the book, I braided sentences from the Hieroglyphica as well as the Book of Jubilees, the Book of Enoch, the Old Testament, etc. The intent was to create a tension between the original language and my own, to see what oddities were exposed when a selection was taken from its context and placed near something wholly different.
Define “play.”- The book started as a language experiment. I was very impressed with certain moments in the original (i.e. it is the smoothest like water) and I wanted to play with those moments, to see what would happen when I worked off of them. Slowly, however a narrative started to form and when it did I tried to embrace that.
This book, like all of your work, is very carefully written and constructed. Can you tell me about your process? Do you write by hand? By computer? On plain paper or ruled or squared? Does the type of pen matter? Do you use MS word? Etc etc etc.- I write in an obsessively specific way. With a pen on graph paper, I make interlocking gridded elements, turning around a specific word or phrase. (This is why I think my work tends to echo and why my pieces are so short.) Here is a picture:
When I transcribe, I do not like to use Word, but I will open it up when putting together a story/book that requires section breaks and a table of contents. Typically, I prefer simple text editors; the fewer options the better, the more responsive the better. Delays it seems are fatal to my more interesting ideas.
Do you often remember your dreams when you wake? Is there any value in dreams?- Yes, I almost always remember my dreams, but I do not write them down. I just let them sort of fade away. Most of my writing is done in the morning before I’ve spoken to anyone, so the dream’s odd logic often invades my work; the disjointed imagery and casual transitions inform how I approach almost every story.
When you are not reading, writing, or teaching, what do you do for entertainment?- Orgies— acrobatic, carefully orchestrated, and operatic. Think Eyes Wide Shut meets Cirque du Soleil meets Don Giovanni. And I like to cook.
Do you prefer parataxis or conjunctions? Stand your ground.- That leap between sentences—that gap—is one of the most delightful moments for me as a reader. I love the momentary confusion. And it is made all the better when, across the gap, there is a friendly looking conjunction extending his hand, seemingly to help, but he is really reaching out to a completely different narrative thread and lets you fall.
In a world not this one, what would you do?- I was asked a similar question for the Answers project. This was my answer:
Every time a child went to a mirror at night and whispered by name, I’d reply. Or I’d curl inside a girl’s mouth and quiver when she cussed. The devil and I playing backgammon, bottle caps for checkers and old teeth for dice. We’d sip Prosecco and lie to one another. Or I’d settle to the bottom of the sea, watch giant squids twist around leviathans while the stars dropped one by one from the sky.
What is your favorite thing to cook? Share a recipe.- I don’t have a favorite thing to cook any more than I have a favorite book, but here is a recipe for what I made just before sitting down and reading these questions:
Section a grapefruit and an orange, catching the juices in a small bowl. Thinly slice a red onion and dice an avocado. Add black olives, if you have them. Quickly beat a little olive oil and curry powder in with the reserved juices. Toss.
Proust or Joyce or Beckett?You have probably heard this one before:
So, Hemingway is heading over to Joyce’s place in Paris and when he gets there he sees Joyce sitting on the floor, undershirt, bad breath, stains and papers all around him. Hemingway asks, Write anything today? Seven words. Well, that’s not so bad. No, but I don’t know what order they go in.
Woolf or Stein or Loy?- Myrna Loy.
Katy Perry or ke$ha or Lady Gaga?
I had to ask my students who two of those people are, which I think makes me culturally irrelevant.
Kanye West or Charlie Sheen?- I enjoy narcissism in all of its flavors.
Big press or small press or university press?- Each in their own way.
Is the book dying?- No, and it’s a silly question.
Tell me something clever and pithy:- Politically I lean like a tower in Pisa, that is to say liberally.
Tell me something terrible:- Descartes once said, “If you whip a dog whilst playing a violin, it will whimper in time to the music.”
Tell me something fantastic:- Rumor has it that there is a place in Algeria where two rivers meet, one with heavy deposits of iron the other with deposits of gallic acid. The force of the two rivers intersecting causes the chemicals to bind and for a short while makes a river of deep, black ink.
You have an MFA from Brown University. Is an MFA a “useful” degree? What did you learn or gain from your MFA?- An MFA is two/three years to work surrounded by people who share your interests. That can be fantastically useful if you make use of it. Is it necessary? No, unless you are aiming for a menial position at a University, pretty much any other use of your time will serve you better in terms of a career. If you want to be a writer, you should just write a lot. An MFA will help you carve out a safe place and time for that, but the rest is up to you.
Personally, my MFA helped me to identify myself as a writer—it served as a means of validation. I needed that, but I’m not sure everyone does. " - Interview by Lily Hoang

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