She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
But there on the shining metal
His hands had put instead
An artificial wilderness
And a sky like lead.

A plain without a feature, bare and brown,
No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,
Yet, congregated on its blankness, stood
An unintelligible multitude,
A million eyes, a million boots in line,
Without expression, waiting for a sign.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Circus circus?

I was recently told about a book about circuses (unfortunately, no one could remember the title). The thesis was/is that the circus was the birth of american (world?) pop culture, and that the celebrity following we do today is a direct descendant. So is this more or less exciting than bears dancing on colorful balls? And is it better or worse because it's for a cause?

Waxing time!
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