Crossing 125th Street: A commuter encounters an apparition

Baumann, Paul

PAUL BAUMANN CROSSING 125th STREET I sometimes miss the elephants Twice a day I catch a bus across Harlem at 125th Street on my way between the Metro-North railway station and Commonweal's...

...In the way he played with our sense both of being a body and having a body, the contortionist seemed a kind of mystic...
...Recently, I found myself stuck in the worst traffic jam I had ever experienced...
...That excursion was often the highlight of the summer, and we would marvel over the show for weeks afterward...
...From my agitation, you'd think I'd missed the last shuttle to Mars...
...I soon saw a large crowd milling about at the intersection of 125th and Lenox Avenue...
...The still line of buses, cars, and trucks stretched ahead for several blocks...
...PAUL BAUMANN CROSSING 125th STREET I sometimes miss the elephants Twice a day I catch a bus across Harlem at 125th Street on my way between the Metro-North railway station and Commonweal's office on Manhattan's Upper West Side...
...Ten years ago or so our family started going to the Big Apple Circus...
...Usually the trip takes thirty to forty minutes...
...It was, of course, a circus parade...
...If you're rushing with a commuter's grim single-mindedness to catch a train, the delays can be maddening...
...Yet it is precisely the unexpected and the incongruous that we need in a world where everything from our teeth and crow's-feet to our children's genes is increasingly measured against one aesthetic or utilitarian standard...
...But perhaps the strongest memory I have is of a contortionist, who got himself in and out of a Plexiglas bottle not much bigger than a commuter's briefcase...
...it posits, however temporarily, a different reality in which the assumptions and rules of ordinary life are suspended," Berger concludes...
...Commuting is a pain in the neck and a deadening ritual...
...The bus didn't budge for twenty minutes...
...Fearful of forfeiting that free time, you leave little room for the unexpected...
...No more than thirty feet in front of me, striding majestically down Lenox Avenue, was an elephant...
...The spectacle was fascinating and gruesome at the same time...
...What could be more magical than to find oneself face-to-face with an elephant in the middle of one's dreary commute...
...Clowns, with their broad jokes and pratfalls, usher us into an alternative reality where status and accomplishment are mocked, human pretension deflated, and our common vulnerability celebrated...
...The circus, Berger adds in his discussion of the comic, presents an upsidedown or counterworld, where the unnatural becomes natural and vice versa...
...I sometimes hear the tantalizing promise of incongruity, comic and otherwise, in the Scripture reading, but rarely in the sermon or elsewhere...
...And like all aspects of the comic, the circus can be a sign of transcendence...
...Offered an escape from my daily grind, I turned it down...
...Human existence is an ongoing balancing act between being a body and having a body....it is also possible that the sense of humor repeatedly perceives the built-in incongruence of being human...
...I love the circus, or so I'm always telling myself...
...As I got closer, it became evident that the attraction was not an accident or police activity...
...Those rules were suspended when I encountered that elephant in Harlem...
...It doesn't take much—a slight fender-bender or Bill Clinton's appearance at his new 125th Street offices—to bring everything to a halt...
...With no prospect of relief in sight, the bus driver agreed to open the doors and several of us scurried out and started jogging toward the station...
...I stared obsessively at my watch as the departure time for my train came and went...
...How strange the human form seemed—like a changeling in a fairytale—when folded up as compactly as a Swiss Army knife...
...The tightrope walkers and trapeze artists were always thrilling, especially in the Big Apple's intimate setting...
...Churchgoing, if not other aspects of our lives, should be more like coming face-to-face with an elephant at 125th and Lenox and less like commuting...
...Traffic is especially bad in the afternoon...
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...The "comic transcends the reality of the ordinary everyday existence...
...How extraordinary that someone could conceive of such a feat and develop the dexterity to achieve it...
...The circus, not unlike religion, can give us a taste of an alternative standard...
...Shame on me...
...In Berger's terms, the circus is "an oasis of enchantment within the reality of modern rationality...
...I wish such hints of the transcendent could be found more often, especially in church...
...People were happy, not distressed or angry...
...Worse, you instinctively resent any disruption...
...But I'm ashamed to say that I did not pause to enjoy the serendipity or the lovely incongruity of the moment...
...One gets psychologically locked into a schedule designed to preserve a few hours of free time at the end of the day...
...High atop this apparition was a pretty girl in a sequined outfit waving giddily to the crowd...
...A very large elephant...
...Then I saw why...
...I was so intent on not missing the next train that I hurried across Lenox Avenue with barely a glimpse at the clowns and acrobats or at any of the other circus animals...
...Man is incongruent within himself," writes the sociologist Peter Berger in Redeeming Laughter: The Comic Dimension of Human Experience (Walter De Gruyter...

Vol. 128 • June 2001 • No. 11


 
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