Friday, 10 May 2013

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.

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.

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