For one thing, transgression is better than either regression or aggression. It suggests a daring. Courage. A questioning. Transgressors are those who will ask questions and receive answers until they come to a clear understanding of why and how this life is like it is. Transgression does not suggest to me evil intent. Evil intent is not mischievous, it is sinister and vicious. Transgressing is basically stepping out of your bounds. You cannot half-transgress. You either do or you don’t. It is like parachuting. Your ‘chute either opens or it doesn’t. You find that out when it happens.
Transgression tends to cause stress. Not only for those who are prepared to buck the system, but also for those who are obliged to witness said bucking. If your transgression should involve an other, or others, you can be sure that there will be an implicit trust between said members. They will be well-attuned to one another, to their environment. They communicate – demonstrate – an actuality – a firm standing for sound principles and a refusal to be subjugated by corruption.
Transgressions happen. That is not to say that they are acceptable, accepted. Transgressing will often result in frowns, lectures. Tut-tutting and the big one – complete disapproval. An attempt at tightening the head-screws, if you like. Luckily when there is a reason for transgressing, transgressors do not pay attention to head-screws – or fuckheads, even. There is no time left in mind to listen to a bigot’s one-sided opinion, or the whining denials in an idiot’s lies.
Tonight the flaming hoops story is new. The tigers have rewritten the script.
The vampires can feel something is up. They swarm to the ticket office.
The tent has a maximum capacity.
This is one show no one is keen to miss.
No one will miss it. It will be pirated and sold on.
That is always the way. They will make the copy worthwhile.
This night, yesss, this one, there will be blood.
A great deal of blood.
The ringmaster just doesn’t know it yet.
The lions have yet to weigh in.
They have thus far remained silent, detached.
That is the luxury of a lion’s say-so in today’s world.
Watch out for what the lions discuss when no one is watching.
They have evolved from circus freaks into machines bred for the bullet.
How advanced is Natural technology? They are under no illusions.
They will always be King of the Jungle.
Go and ask Mowgli. He will tell you what is what.
The vampires bring their progeny to a show such as this.
It is worth the corruption of their young souls.
To see the wild win for a change will lift morale.
The children will bay like wolves. It is their instinct.
The dogs will not perform well if their slot is after that of the cats.
The baying of wolves will unsettle their senses.
For the first time, they will feel divided. It makes sense to divide a pack.
It confuses the master.
The Master. The vampires snigger into their sleeves.
Now that was funny.
What would excite the patrons was the blood-trade spectacle.
It would bring the animals’ eyes alive. It would be best if the hoops were afire.
That would add atmosphere.
If the ringmaster left the gate ajar, that would add atmosphere.
Once he was dead, beheaded, what stood between the angry cats and man?
Vampires in human form die human deaths. That was the dare.
It was their choice to visit the circus on a wild Friday night.
At moonrise it will become clear who sleeps, who wakes.
The tigers have made sure of that.
The fact that the ringmaster came back disappoints many of the circus performers.
Their sentence seemed shorter the other way, when the circus ran itself.
Not to worry. After the cats come the clowns.
They would make everyone smile. It was their job.
They were paid to clown around, so they must clown.
They had better bring the house down.
If they failed, they would be fired. A simple understanding between puppets and master.
Master. The clowns grumble his status into cupped palms that they fling wide, sideways.
They throw out the name with determination. A curse to be rid of.
Send it out. Out. OUT. There is no space in the tent for curses.
The animals can hear their dense man-whispers. The hiss of spit hitting dry hands.
Circus people were superstitious with good reason. Be careful what you summon.
The curses must stay outside.
They are on the naughty step until they learn the first aspect of values.
The gypsy sits outside in her painted caravan. It rests on the backs of two pitch horses.
The red looks good against their black.
She reads for people. Whoever, whatever. She follows the circus and she speaks out.
‘Cross my palm with gold,’ is what she wants to say, with a wink.
She says deadpan, ‘Five bucks, fifty.’
It is not just the wild animals whose eyes have died.
Robert Mugabe is a liar. He is an example of how not to be, as a leader. That he has already celebrated a victory – a landslide victory – demonstrates his corruption. He cannot be trusted for one minute. How can you know you have won an election, for sure, before the votes have even been counted? When you cheat. It is that simple. He has won by a two-thirds majority? What a load of rubbish. If only the world could help. Unfortunately, the world seems powerless when it comes to facing up to a dictator. This is not good. In fact, the world looks as bad as he does when it does nothing. You cannot sit by and watch wrong going on. You have to say no, any way you can. Why can the entire country of Zimbabwe not realise that Mugabe’s demented head needs putting to sleep if their fortune is to change? He is older than the pope, for god’s sake. His anglicised anger is hilarious to watch – because he does not realise how stupid he looks shouting the same slogans he shouted in 1980. His pompous hissing and spitting is tired – and very pathetic. He has outdated views, the wisdom of a circus clown. Why does he even have followers? I have to wonder. Perhaps the only reason is because he is a bully. The old man is tired – he should be retired and sent to hell. That is, after all, his destination. Why does the world not recognise his lack of care for his country, his people? Those that are not in his pocket, i.e. in ZANU PF, are intimidated or marginalised. Discriminated against. Hurt. How hard is it living a life when you are always fearing retribution for your beliefs? It is very hard. That this world has to stand by and watch this absolute miscarriage of justice is pure demonstration that there is something very, very, wrong going on on our planet.
Shouldn’t first world minds be saying to the un-evolved ape that is Robert Mugabe – STOP? Those countries that can prove success with their governments are in a position to advise those that are too stupid to make their own governments work. Do you realise how many idiots are running governments on this planet? It is time this world actually had an opinion. It is time this world said NO. Not just no to a ‘democratic’ Zimbabwe’s farcical election, but to so many things that are not going right on this planet. This place is failing as an example of any sort – understand that. It’s serious. I am tired of watching this place implode. It fills my heart with despair and I hate despair. It is not a feeling any of us should have to cultivate.
It is unacceptable that there are starving people on this planet. It is totally unacceptable that children on this planet are starving. For a brain to develop and a body to thrive, grow strong, it needs sustenance. Both brain and body. When you starve children you are not just causing them hunger pains that they cannot understand but must endure, or depriving them of a childhood – for what fun can it be starving slowly to your death? – you are preventing a child the opportunity to develop its brain so that it will be a thinker in this world. We need as many thinkers as we can get. Each sadness in a deprived childhood is counted, measured. These things cannot be forgotten. They cannot be ignored. I wish to liberate every child on this planet. That it should be a private goal is perhaps of no consequence to anyone, but it should be. In this day and age – as educated as we are – we should all want the same thing. I understand there are many un-free adults, too, and these do not go unnoticed, however – the children should be our immediate concern because they are our future. Until the children are out of chains – mentally, physically, spiritually – this world is arrested; silenced by its own demise. We cannot just sit and watch the world go to shit. We have to do something about the state of affairs on this planet we all call home. Earth. We are each able to do something to make the world better. We just need to THINK right. When you are determined to find solutions to the world’s problems, you will find them. The more people that contribute to the collective in terms of positive, forward-thinking – the better off this world’s future is going to be. We should all care about what the future is going to look like – even if you do not have children you should care. We all possess the power of independent thinking and we can choose to think about what we like. There is no government that can make you think one way or another. There is no man who can force you to have his thoughts. You have to think for yourself. Do not accept things in this world that you do not like. Think about what you like and what you do not like. Concentrate on changing those things you don’t like – first in your own life and then in your community. Do not accept that as one person you cannot make a difference. You can. You just have to want to try.
If you can vote – vote. Being lazy in a democracy is a disgrace. If you can make sandwiches for the homeless people then make them – do you know how grateful a homeless person is to receive anything at all? Imagine for one minute that it was you that was sleeping on a dirty piece of cardboard on the sidewalk? Where is your self-esteem when you must sleep on the pavement? It is not in a good place. When your self-esteem is not in a good place, your thinking is not as big as it should be. Can you imagine having no fixed place to live – drifting up and down side streets and holing up in doorways? Your world becomes very small. You forget to dream. This world cannot do without dreams, or dreamers. The dreams of the pure mind are dreams worth harvesting for the future. Pure thought comes best in children that have not been abused, exploited or starved. How can we stop the bureaucracy and corruption that keeps food from people that need it? There is enough food on Earth to feed everybody – it just needs to be spread around a bit better. It’s time the aid agencies actually took accountability and changed the way their industry works. You cannot stand by and watch corruption steal maize meal from its population. You protest against conditions as they are. Who better to say something than someone right inside the situation itself? I cannot understand how people can turn a blind eye. In your next incarnation you could be the one starving. Think about it. The sooner we end suffering the sooner we will stop suffering, ourselves. We are a reflection of our environment, we are what is going on around us. How can you pretend not to see that?
ZANU PF needs to stop harrassing the people trying to provide aid to the Zimbabweans. Can those people forget their idiotic politics for one minute and concentrate on themselves as humans? They are not Mugabe’s people. They never were. It is time the Zimbabweans were liberated. Please spare them a thought in your everyday. They are a beautiful, long-suffering people. They need the world’s help. The governments cannot be bothered to offer anything more than lip-service to a Zimbabwe in strife and although this lip-service does help open the world’s eyes, it needs action to back up the words. The Zimbabweans need supervision during their July elections. It is simple. Why can the international community not put together an army of overseers and send them to Zimbabwe to watch who the people really want in power? Mugabe is so scared of the real result he cheats every time. He stuffs the ballot boxes and claims victory and everyone knows – again – that the man is lying. They are so used to their leader lying that they cannot even believe their reality any longer. Mugabe is morally bankrupt and he is responsible for a genocide. Did the world forget that? I think you would be tired of your government being in power for 30 years – can you even imagine it? The man is old and his mind is fried. He is delusional at best and the country could do with a change. They deserve a change. It would be good to see a new political party starting, one that can inspire hope. The MDC dog has been whipped by Zanu PF and it stands with its tail between its legs. You cannot feel inspired by a party like that. You need a party that can bring you what you want. I think every Zimbabwean knows that they need change. In this age of information sharing they see clearly where their future lies if they are forced to follow the same path they have been following for 30 years. They must change their pace, adjust their thinking. There is too much fear in Zimbabwe. She is crumbling under her own load. She needs to stand back and see herself for who she is. She is Zimbabwe. A mighty nation of warriors, heroes. Their energy as a people is hard not to love the first time you experience it. They are an incredibly special people. Imagine that the minds of all those Africans were free to think about something other than their unfortunate circumstances? The collective unconscious would swell with their contribution. They have an extraordinary cultural heritage to share and that sharing is valuable sharing. Their thoughts are like prayer flags in the wind. They send good vibes out into the world. We could do more to help them stand up for themselves.