26 Mar 2014 · 15:33
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.
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29 Jul 2013 · 09:48
There is a residual racism alive and well in the world. This is not productive. Racism is a dead-end road to nowhere. When you are tempted to judge a person because they are not the same colour as you, know that you are prejudiced. Prejudice is not an attractive quality. You cannot know how it is to be a person of colour if you are not coloured. Theirs’ has been an uphill battle all along, it has to be said. They must be getting tired of defining themselves again and again, defending their right to exist in a world fearful of their difference. Considering people of colour are by far the majority in this world, those that are not of colour should understand their place in the scheme of things. They have an opinion – that is all. We all have an opinion that we are free to exercise. It is important to understand that we should not use our opinions to condemn the lives of other people. How dare you wish harm to another human being? That is not your place. It is not your job to effect doom on another’s days. If you have ideas of hurting other people, tidy up your head.
It is necessary to judge a person’s nature before you decide to interact with them. You cannot do that in one minute. How a person treats you over time tells you a lot about their character, a lot about yours. If you are open to your world, you will know with whom you are best connected. You will know, too, who you do not want near you. You will feel it. Children are particularly adept at sensing good, bad. Trust their judgement. Children will start profiling themselves racially at 5 years of age. It is important, therefore, that before the age of 5 a child is exposed to other children of every colour. When a child understands that it is one of a number of others – and through that understanding learns that ‘otherness’ is okay – then we have a situation where tolerance is being fostered. You simply have to tolerate other people – we all share this space. Practicing tolerance is good practice.
Racism makes this world weary. It’s an energy-thief. Its basis is fear, its power, hatred. It is time to nullify the hatred. Men need to be men now. They need to take control of their dark sides, which means harnessing their primal drives. This darker energy needs containing – there are too many men visiting their darker sides upon the planet and turning our reality into a freak show. A dark side is dark, it is not meant for the light. It takes a strong man to turn and face the shadows. Turning is always a slow process, but it is possible to do a full 360° if you exercise enough patience. 360° is where you want to be. We need to turn and face the tsunami of hatred that is building, daily, for individuals, groups, a system that is failing its people. By and large, the world of politics is a mess and it is failing at its own job. Money is a bigger mess than politics. Politics is about puppets in the today-world. Puppets are bought and sold every day. How effective any prime minister, any president, at exacting real change from the masses? I suppose it depends how they ask for that change to come about. Since most of them are lying about the truth in one way or another we find it increasingly difficult to find the energy to listen to any of their stories. In this day and age it is ridiculous that every country is not run on a democratic basis. And I have to ask – what are the Republicans doing for this planet, apart from marginalising people? They need to open their minds and get with the programme called Progress.
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