As we sat in his dusty apartment,
the ventriloquist hacked up a cough, and began:
"There's no point in you being here. You'll just leave
disappointed and…. disturbed."
I answered that I was a world famous magician
and that I wanted to learn a ventriloquist trick,
to help me speak with a voice from offstage
to heighten the climax
of my spooky spirit act.
The old ventriloquist shook his bald head
"You don't want this gift.
The secrets of the Voice
don't belong in your show".
I was drawn to the word "secret".
I had to learn it.
Something inside me wanted to know.
I told him to name his price, any price!
Just teach me.
I didn't realize until later that I had insulted him.
"You're not understanding... but you will.
Ventriloquism is not simply
learning how to throw your voice
and speak with your lips still."
I went to interrupt, but he stopped me.
My art is about losing your real voice
to something horrible,