Carnival Evolution

"The sight of a feather in a peacock's tail, whenever I gaze at it, makes me sick."

Charles Darwin

Crowds are our clay. 

We mold minds and souls.

We manifest

the crowd's dreams,

and make them real.

In that same Way
Crowds shape Showmen;

Material, rides and skills.

The Carnival itself

is the sum 

of human desires.

The way the peahen shaped

the peacocks tail

crowds shaped the carnival.

Some

desire the future known.

Some seek speed and thrills.

Some seduction

Others sex 

Some want terrors and horror

but still stay safe

Some want to fight

Others to watch. 

Some want delicious fat fried food,

sugary drinks and doughnuts. 

All want crowds of people 

on grounds where different rules apply

where the playing fields are leveled.

Where anything and anyone is fair game

A fair-ground.

It is flesh, it is blood, it is piss and cum.

It's circular.

It's circus.

We want the new,

the strange,

the exotic and extraordinary - 

but we want it behind strong perimeter fences 

and gone tomorrow -

taking the escapades and transgressions of the night

away with it. 

Leaving nothing behind but

dead grass 

trampled popcorn 

and memories

fading like the carnival posters.