As I go through the photos I took while strolling the midway at the Cheshire Fair this week, I’m struck by our apparent fascination with shooting games, with aiming at and hitting targets.
Wherever you look on a carnival midway, you’ll see the telltale clues: signs hawking Water Gun Fun, or a family gathered to encourage their boy, dressed in Bart Simpson yellow, to give the pistols a try.
There’s a gaggle of girls cheering Little Brother as he tries his hand at darts…
…and a duo of carnival workers waiting for someone, anyone, to try their hand at the rifles.
You could say, judging from these photos, that our culture is obsessed with weapons, finding fun among implements of violence.
But.
Even Zen admits there’s an art in archery, the goal in any target-sport being the tranquility of mind needed to realize you and your quarry are not separate. In the midst of a hot and screaming county fair midway, can you find the presence of mind to calm yourself, find your center, and take aim from that center, hitting your target with a one-pointed mind?
As I look through the random pencam pictures I took after burning my digicam batteries–shots that were literally aimless as I held my pencam chest-level in the direction of something I hoped would be interesting–I realize I too am a midway shooter, aiming for something far less tangible than a red bulleye, line of soda cans, or bunch of yellow balloons.
The target I didn’t know I was aiming for, now that it’s hit me, turns out to be that same moment of tranquility that every target-shooter hopes for. It’s that moment of hushed expectant pause where the whole surrounding world slows and stops, what T.S. Eliot called “the still point of the turning world.”
Yes, you can find a still point even on a county fair midway among the lights and music, twirling rides, and ever-present smell of frying food. You can catch it, quick, in the eyes of a Tiny Dancer waiting patiently for refreshment after her troupe’s bandstand performance…
…or in the tired, steady hands of a worker counting change in a ticket booth, her profile framed by slogans.
And in my favorite of all my blind pencam shots, you see the turning world slow and stop in the expectant, searching eyes of one young man standing beside the Tornado. With his girlfriend or sister at his side, indifferent, what is he looking at or for, so serious, as the rides around him blur?
We’re all searching for something, some of us taking conscious aim and others of us shooting randomly, receptive, waiting for a target worthy of our consideration to stroll into view. At the still point of the turning world, you will realize your goal–connection–whether you were consciously looking for it or not. And in that moment, you’ll take home the Grand Prize: your Still Self never separate from the Whirling World. Bullseye!
Aug 7, 2005 at 10:04 am
I love these Lorianne. My favorite is “Still only $2.00.” 🙂
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Aug 7, 2005 at 10:40 am
Ay Carumba! The father standing behind his boy ready to show him how to shoot a pistol. In a few years he will show him the bordello and then the bar, “I’ll show you how to be a man, son.”
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Aug 7, 2005 at 11:07 am
that’s a very keen observation, lorianne. and an even keener analysis. i never thought about that until now. it’s like those disney movies that we all loved as children, but never noticed the implications until we studied them in college or what not.
you seem to always be out and about. i wish i had the motivation to attend the various events that are going on around where i live (boston). i’ve always wanted to get out the city but when i do, it’s always to cape cod and it’s always to lounge around the beaches. i just really dislike driving, especially on the highways so i hardly ever venture up to NH or VT or even down to CT like i should. 😦
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Aug 7, 2005 at 1:14 pm
” You could say, judging from these photos, that our culture is obsessed with weapons, finding fun among implements of violence. ”
I often wonder if people also stock up on amunition and store firearms for future use ? What one might call ” hoarded ordinance ”
Best wishes…..really like the photos and your observations made at the fair.
Joe
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Aug 7, 2005 at 8:27 pm
Ah, well, fairs were done by country folk. They lived by their ability to shoot, rope, aim. Not surprizing that shooting games are popular.
Target shooting, which I had to do with an M16, is actually a lot of fun. And I would never, ever shoot at any living thing. Spent my life hating guns. But found out I was a pretty good shot when I had to be. I think there is some innate human pleasure in slinging a projectile at a distant target and hitting it. It feels magical when it works.
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Aug 7, 2005 at 10:06 pm
Fairs are so much fun.
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Aug 8, 2005 at 1:39 pm
Great photos, Lorianne, and just as great the accompanying essay.
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Aug 8, 2005 at 5:52 pm
You hit the bull’s eye with this post, and these pics. Wise and wonderful.
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Aug 8, 2005 at 9:13 pm
Shane, initially I thought that $2 to play with water guns was a bit steep…but considering that the concession stand hawks ice cold water for $2, I guess it makes sense. Apparently water is damned expensive! 🙂
It occurs to me, Misanthrope, that I’ve never taken photos in either a bar or a bordello. Maybe I’m missing out on the secret to male coming of age rituals…
Oh, C.L., I loooooove Boston! There’s no need to set foot in a car if you’re near the T, and there’s always so much going on! As much as I love NH, I also miss my Boston/Cambridge days…so for my sake, get out & enjoy it more! 🙂
I don’t know where you live, Joe, but here in NH, there are plenty of folks hoarding ordinance in the hills. You might say it’s fairly Ordinary. 🙂
Joan, I’ve never shot an M16…but I’m a pretty tough mama with a 12 gauge. Yep, those targets and tin cans tremble when they see me coming…and yes, both shooting & throwing can be great fun.
Melissa, it had been years since I’d wandered a fair, so that made it even more fun!
Kurt & Amy, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks as always for the kind words.
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