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Well, I have memorized (almost entirely) Poe's The Raven. I want to use it as patter for an effect, but have not found one suitable. I do not use livestock, so no bird productions, etc. Any Suggestions? Smile
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Is it ravens that traditionally, steal things? If so, you could do some sort of vanish of something shiny of theirs.

Just an idea.
Actually I have not read the Raven.
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I have a "crow" decoy, a large black plastic bird, that I put some battery opperated mini red lights into the eyes....it sits up on a shelf near the books! Get the decoy at the local sporting hunting goods store. They are only a few dollars! The battery light set is about $2 from the local JoAnn's craft store. I just cut out all but two red lights. Cut a large slit in the back of the bird, soften a bit with a blow dryer, and install the lights! Smile
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On 2003-05-18 18:27, dpe666 wrote:
Well, I have memorized (almost entirely) Poe's The Raven. I want to use it as patter for an effect, but have not found one suitable. I do not use live stock, so no Bird Productions, etc. Any Suggestions? Smile


First of all, bravo on memorizing The Raven. It truly is a great poem, and a work of art. I also love the idea of using it as patter, but I can't help notice this. I remember reciting it out, slowly, so the audience sould hear every word. It took about 10 minutes to recite. Not that magic isn't engaging, but 10 minutes is an awful lot of time for one trick to happen in. Perhaps forming your whole routine around the poem, and perform several tricks while reciting?

Hope this helps.

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How about something involving phantom knocking? Rather like "a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping..."

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Roger Klause used it in his memorable linking rings routine, published in his "In Concert" book, I believe. You might want to look it up.
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On 2003-05-18 22:47, Reg Rozee wrote:
How about something involving phantom knocking? Rather like "a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping..."

-Reg {*}


Reg, beat me to it. But there are many things within the poem that suggest other manifestations. Don't the curtains move within the story? And you could have a mysterious black feather flutter into the center of your working area as the supposed bird leaves. Something mysteriously happens within the picture of your love Lenore.
Do I have any other ideas on the subject?
Nevermore.
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DPE666,
There's something about "great minds"! (That must mean us! LOL)

Actually, I'm working right now on a bizarre presentation of The Raven.

You might want to work in the same direction.

Suffice it to say that, when "Nevermore" comes up, the spectator looks into a mirror and the word appears there.

Once again, nothing is as magical as having the magic happen in the spectator's hands.

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DPE666,

Most of Poe's works are about some unearthly beauty that the narrator is in love with, or obsessed with. If you're looking to keep with the story line, the rapping or spirit knocking Reg suggested is great and creepy.

How about an upscale "magic coloring book" effect with the text, pictures of Leonore, etc, that at the end of your recitation is suddenly blank?

Or a Visisble Color Painting that suddenly goes blank on the last "nevermore?"

Or -- a torn and restored portrait of the narrator's beloved?

R. Jay did a beautiful version of the coloring book with Audubon Bird Prints that went blank in his last NY show. I saw the show many times and it never failed to get an emotional response from the audience (patter was about a man going blind).


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I love ALL of Poe's works. Heres an idea:

Have 4 cards. One has a picture of a raven, one says Lenore, one says nevermore, one is blank. These are stacked.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore --
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'T is some visitor, " I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow -- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore--( turn over Lenore card)
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

(Turn over Blank card)

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before:
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating.
" 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
That it is and nothing more."
(Turn over Blank card)

Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore:
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-- here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there and nothing more.

(Turn over Blank card)

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering fearing.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before:
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"--

(turn over Lenore card)
Merely this and nothing more.
(Turn over Blank card)

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore--
'T is the wind an nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; (turn over Raven card)
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just a bove my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more. (Turn over blank card)

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."


Well you get the idea. As far as the setup of the stack you'll need to try it.
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Thanks, guys. Smile
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Although my first choice for a routine revolving aroung the Poe poem would not be a card trick, if I were to design such a routine, it would involve an entire deck, similar to the "picture book" deck Guy Hollingworth put out with children's stories ("a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore").

The length of the poem demands a routine, not a single trick. The mood suggests darkness, maybe involving black art, a candle, a window, a curtain, some rapping, a picture of a lost love, a (stuffed) black bird, and a slightly crazed narrator (or a performer who slowly transforms into such a narrator).
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Personally, I think the dramatic meat of the poem is this apparition, the raven, confirming the narrator's worst fear: that he will never again see his love, not even in the afterlife. This is the knowledge that drives him into sorrow and madness.

Therefore, a visual effect that makes a symbol of that love unattainable (a vanish, in other words), would be the most emotionally charged magical effect to use within a magical retelling of this poem.

I fully agree with Chrismatt that this is a long (and potentially boring) poem. But that doesn't mean it needs to be filled with tricks. For any performer to do this successfully, he would have to be a skilled enough actor to do the poem without tricks and still keep people riveted. Add just one or two well-chosen and dramatically logical magical enhancements, and you could kill with this.
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Will Edgar roll over in his grave if we do a Reader's digest version it?? Smile
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WR,
No need to do a "digest" version of it; simply select two or three stanzas to go with the magic and just use them.
I think the poem is well enough known.
However, if there is any doubt, Neil's synopsis is effective without being "Reader's Digestive."
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When you perform something like this, I think your voice and speaking mannerisms are THE key criteria determining whether it is boring or not. I saw Ian McKellen perform a special one man show here in Vancouver for a charity fund raiser (If you really don't know who Ian is, think Gandalf or Magneto for his most well known recent appearances). One of the interesting bits he did was reading the Beaufort Wind Scale, almost word for word. Content wise, truly boring stuff. However, his dramatic delivery of it purely through the use of his voice, timing, speaking mannerisms etc. had the audience laughing, applauding and cheering throughout, totally interested and captivated the entire time, culminating in a thunderous round of applause and a standing ovation. How interesting your content is depends on what you do with it. If you are talented enough, the actual text of the content can be almost irrelevant.

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On 2003-05-23 16:58, Peter Marucci wrote:
WR,
No need to do a "digest" version of it; simply select two or three stanzas to go with the magic and just use them.
I think the poem is well enough known.
However, if there is any doubt, Neil's synopsis is effective without being "Reader's Digestive".


My Readers Digest version
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door --
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; --
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you " -- here I opened wide the door; ----
Darkness there and nothing more.
(Triple/Diminishing lift Turn over Blank card finish with Lenore 3rd down.)
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" --
Merely this, and nothing more.
(Triple/Diminishing lift Turn over Lenore card. This time drop Lenore on top)
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore --
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door --
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door --
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
(Triple/Diminishing lift over Raven card)
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore --
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
(Triple/Diminishing lift turn over Nevermore card)
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning -- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door --
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
(Triple/Diminishing lift Turn over Nevermore card)
But the raven, (Turn over Raven card) sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered -- not a feather then he fluttered --
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before --
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster so when Hope he would adjure --
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure --
That sad answer, "Never -- nevermore."
(Triple/Diminishing lift Turn over Nevermore card)
Then, me thought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath sent thee Respite -- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
(Turn over Lenore card) Let me quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird or devil! --
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted --
On this home by Horror haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --
Is there -- is there balm in Gilead? -- tell me -- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
(Triple/Diminishing lift Turn over Nevermore card)
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil -- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us -- by that God we both adore --
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
(Triple/Diminishing lift Turn over Lenore card)
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
(Triple/Diminishing lift Turn over Nevermore card)

Your stack is set up;
Raven card on top
Nevermore 2nd
Blank 3rd
Lenore 4th
For this you must know the triple life diminishing count. And double lift.
You also need a special move where you turn over the Third card, place it on top of the fourth card and with the right hand pull the fourth card while turning over the third one. Place the fourth card on top of the third card and scoop up the remaining cards with the two. This places the wanted card for the next triple lift diminishing count card 3rd from the top.


Triple lift diminishing count to show all blank. Do the special move . Triple Turnover diminishing count the cards. Do the special move. This time drop the two reaming cards (the blank and Lenore cards) on top packet making the Raven card 3rd. Do a Triple Turnover diminishing count the cards. Do the special move, placing the Nevermore card 3rd. Triple lift diminishing count the cards. Do the special move . This time place the nevermore card on top of the raven and scoop up the packet. This places the Nevermore card 3rd again. Triple lift diminishing count the cards. Do the special move .. Double lift showing Lenore. Triple lift diminishing count the cards. Showing the nevermore card Do the special move. This time drop the two reaming cards (the Raven and Nevermore cards) on top packet making the Lenore card 3rd. Triple lift diminishing count. Do the special move. Double lift to show the raven. Drop the double to the table and place the remaining two card on top. This places the nevermore card 3rd. Do a triple move and Do the special move.



For anyone who does NOT know the Daminishing triple lift it is where you turn over 3 cards as one, turn them back over deal off top card, Turn over a double, turn it back over deal off top card, single turn over...Got it off a Darwin Ortiz video called "At the Card Table."
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My normal modus operandi is standing in line, so in my small little world, chop cups qualify as a big stage production as I have to drag out a table in order to having a working surface. My thought process is skewed in that direction, but here’s my first thought.

==============================

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

<<Place a small wooden box into the hands of an audience member. In the best of all possible worlds, this box appears old and have a raven carved into the lid. Do open the box, show it is empty and close it. Then simply start to recite.>>

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."

<<A tapping/knocking sound comes from the box. Do not open it. If the volunteer attempts to, place a hand over the box, and shake your head. Try to avoid uttering anything that isn’t the next line of the poem. Answer all questions with a finger pressed to your lips and a quiet shush.>>

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; --vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-- sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

<<Remove a picture, black and white of course, from the book you are reading. Put some feeling into it. This is the woman you loved, now she is no more. Regretfully return picture to the book. >>

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; --
This it is and nothing more."

<<Box knocks again. Glance at it. Continue.>>

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" -- here I opened wide the door; --
Darkness there and nothing more.

<<Open box, and of course, it is empty.>>

Deep into that darkness peering, long I there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.

<<Clutch book with Lenore’s picture to your chest. The picture is not much, but it is all that remains of your love.>>

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; --
"'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

<<The box knocks/raps on queue.>>

Open here I flung the shutter, When, with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately Raven of the Saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mein of lord or lady, perched my chamber door--
Perched upon my bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

<<Box is opened, and now there is a card showing a picture of a raven.>>

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

<<The card is remove and the back is shown to have the word “NEVERMORE” written onto it.>>

Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

<<A smile for your audience, disdainfully flick the NEVERMORE card.>>

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
meant in croaking "Nevermore."

<<With a weak smile, turn the card over to regard the picture of the RAVEN.>>

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

<<Play with the RAVEN card, then return it to the box.>>

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "Thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore,
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

<<Pull the LENORE photo from your book, show it to your guests, it is faded, hard to make out now. Return photo to book.>>

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

<<Open the box. The top card is now a photograph of a raven, not merely a piece of clipart, and looking somehow sinister.>>

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

<<Open book to discover that the picture of Lenore is still there, but the place where she was is completely blank. Horrified, close the book.>>

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take tha form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

<<An angry gesture towards the box, to drive the raven away, releases dozens of black feathers.>>

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

<<Show the Photograph for the last time. The picture now has a skeletal form where Lenore once stood.>>
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cogliostro,

Very nice! A great example of magic illustrating the story rather than
overpowering it. I like it!

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Cogliostro,

Nice effect!
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