The power of Wow...
Bustling along Broadway, phone in hand, preoccupied with the to-do list and not paying attention and I hear “WOW!” Not the ironic “yeah like wow” beloved of adolescents but the real thing, an exclamation of pure delight. I stop and turn, curious to find out what could possibly be so wowful and to whom. He’s about eight, open-mouthed, pop-eyed staring up at “One Central Park” the vertical garden-clad skyscraper which stands reproachfully opposite the UTS building (the one that looks as if it was constructed from a stash of stale Scotch finger biscuits found mouldering at the bottom of a Globite school case).
It’s the face of Jack looking at the beanstalk the morning after the unfortunate incident with the cow, a face that says I’ve never seen anything like it and more to the point, I’ve never seen a picture of anything like it. Because that’s the thing; thanks to National Geographic, Attenborough, The Discovery Channel and Instagram we’ve seen images of all the amazing things the world has to offer and thanks to NASA and Hubble pretty much ditto for the known universe.
In his memoir “What Days Are For” Robert Dessaix writes about losing the sense of amazement as a consequence of ageing. I blame the media. But today, on this hot, dusty, noisy street, thanks to the genius of the building’s architects I witness, albeit vicariously, the sublime power of wow.
By Lorna Lesley