@J.L. Borstlap -
Magic In All Of Us - this feels like the flip side to the story by
@Mr Orange . Here, a sideshow trick is elevated into something so rarefied it becomes almost spiritual; a glimpse of gratification at once so mystical and so apopemptic that one could hardly say for sure whether it was real at all. Magic is magical, but then so are many things that can appear to us for a fleeting second before becoming nothing more than a ghost.
@WinterLight -
The River King's Daughter - we're left wondering if this wintery tale is real or a string of wonderful metaphors depicting this bewitching nighttime procession. One thing's for sure, this cold Carnival Queen shows us the sheer, unadulterated joy of the party, especially when all of nature becomes a part of it.
@Robert Mackay -
Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler! - The Cycle of Life applies not just to mortals, you know. The breeding of gods out of the dead fire happens each year, too. The tininess of human life is laid bare; mere carriers for the mechanics of ritual, we march to the dolorous beat of gods and kings who forever hold us under their spell. Long live the King!
@ratsy -
A Spirited Festival - if you can't get hold of the Ghostbusters, then move yer maracas, honk those horns and donk dat drum; because in the end, the only thing that can beat death is life. Death hangs around us like this spectral fog, jealously longing for the sheer joy of being human; and one day they'll reach each and every one of us, but while there's moonlight, and music, and love and romance... you get the general idea.
@reiver33 -
History, History - there's something deliciously subversive about seeing Harlequin and Pierrot engaged in a Mexican standoff. Perhaps this story could have bene named Pierrot Unchained? Poor Catherine. Every year she's probably recalling the tagline from the vomit-chokingly awful
Alien vs Predator: whoever wins, I lose.
@chrispenycate -
Shriven Mummers - Talk about suffering for one's art! All the world's a stage for these performers, Stanislavskian to the bitter end, and their self-invoked purgatory in the wintery desert of Lent reflects the hardships we must all endure in order to appreciate the sweet kiss of sunshine when it arrives.