step right up

2002-07-13 [ 11:29 pm ]
I have been traditionally enamoured with carnivals as an artistic tool, debauchery easily identifiable with the word itself... The whole scene (at night anyways) brings to one's mind the chaotic image of pedophile clowns and hallucinogenics...

I remember, even though it was quashed by a grinchy Writer's Craft teacher, I started a really cool script which was set amongst a carnival. I wonder if I still have that?

I figured it all out, though, what the allure is, thanks to my course on Transgression & Desire. (there is a slight chance that my prof from that class, Michele, actually reads this... if she is, I want to thank her for the mark I didn't deserve... and for three great classes this year.)

The allure lies in the subversive nature of it all, where typical drones of society can shed their white collars for candy, corruption and barf bags.

This year will be the last for the local town carnival, which has been coming for 125 years, or close to it. Every single individual who grew up here is bound to have a treasured memory, or at the very least, something that really freaked them out. By this time next year, I wager plans will be put in place for some more stifling suburbanite doghouses to be built over the fairgrounds.

It act as an Indian burial ground, but with a sense of humour. The laughter of a child, the cursing of a carnie, a teenager trying dope for the first time behind the Skee-Ball, all of this will resonate through the land, because time is heavy.

At this point, I was considering a metaphor comparing the carnival midway, to the life of a young adult. But there's no need. I do that every other time. Tonight is my night to subvert my typical bloggy-ness, and what better theme?

photo by: kam2k