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Sunday, September 10, 2017
Aging In Montclair and bevival present
Monday, January 23, 2017
Extraordinary “Make American Great” Circus
After 146 years, the curtain is coming down on "The
Greatest Show on Earth."
Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus have moved to
the White House
This has been a very difficult decision for me and for the
entire family
From gold toilet seats and swoosh elevators to blue carpets
and glass windows
White house staff adopted quickly, as attendance has been
dropping for 10 years
Sean Spicer brought the figures up, small hands bore no
reality in a 12-minute segment
This event was the longest segment—a tiger act—modified with
CGI and alternate facts
A magician and a tiger, a new act with a roar and a growl to
make attendance grow and grow
Ringling Bros. has two touring circuses this season and will
perform 30 shows
Representatives for 126 scheduled days while the Senate for three
weeks out of each month
But “days” may be half-days while weeks may be three, four
or more rarely five days long
No animal cruelty, rest days are for their down time devoted
to back handers and lobby gruel
But dark clouds emerge as Los Angeles and Oakland prohibited
the use of bullhooks
Hooks that grab elephants by the mouth inflict pain and instill
fear on its largest animals
No more oversight committees, ethics challenges and real
facts to inflict pain and instill fear
Dipping dots cooling tempers by diverting attention away
from the worries of the day
Owners say their existing animals will go to suitable homes.
Lions, tigers, camels, donkeys, alpacas, kangaroos and llamas
White House agrees as their aging lawmakers will also go to
a home
Lions, tigers, camels, donkeys, alpacas, kangaroos and
llamas
Ringling Bros. tried to remain relevant, hiring its first
African American ringmaster
Then its first female ringmaster, and also launching an
interactive app.
But it was not meant to be, the first female ringmaster did
not fit into the White House
They jumped a step, and went straight into the interactive
application on Twitter
Exotic animals, flashy costumes and death-defying acrobats,
a staple since the mid-1800s
A continuation of the circus tradition with exotic breeds Ryan,
Cruz, Rubio, and McConnell
Death-defy feats in front of their peers, some by age some
by arrogance, all by ignorance.
Come and see the greatest show on earth, facts optional,
memory limited, but its gonna' cost you
Extraordinary plagiarism from Los Angeles times
http://www.latimes.com/nation/nationnow/la-na-ringling-bros-closing-20170114-story.html
Friday, July 22, 2016
Twenty-two Million Nightmares
At 2am in the morning, the muezzin sang the prayer for the
dead and implored men to go out on the streets to challenge the coup. I did not
know this at the time. I had no clue what he was saying. All I could hear, in
my groggy disturbed moment of waking, was shouting on the loudspeakers, honking
of car horns down the street and the occasional gunfire. My dream state tried to
incorporate this cacophony, but eventually I could not ignore the sound of tank
gunfire. I was awake.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
"Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.”
I was given a book of poems, the Rubiayat written by Omar
Khayyam, when I was 8 or 9 years old. An illustrated copy. That early morning
in a humid Istanbul suburb I remembered that phrase and looked out to catch the
Tower of Darkness. Leaning out of the window, I could not see where the noise was coming from, but it was very close in the valley below where I was staying. Neither
was I preparing for TO-DAY nor was I staring at TO-MORROW. I just wanted to
know what is happening in a country in which I do not speak the language.
I ended going back to bed and catching up on
the cacophony of news on the internet. Sailing on a sea of information, the
internet is a modern day song of the Lorelei, luring wondering sailors to their
death. From one inaccurate news item to another, only the most outrageous news
seems befitting my fear. Until reading the news on the monitor invaded my own world and it became all too real. An F-16 was doing fly-bys around the neighborhood. The second time
round the fly-by was immediately followed by a sonic boom. At the time I
thought we were hit, a mortar attack. Shaking
the building and rattling the closed windows. My body shook with fear....my
daughter. Shit, we need to find a safer place.
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Running into my daughter’s unlit bedroom I could see the
whites of her eyes. She was startled awake.
We have to evacuate, there’s a coup going on.
She remained lying down in bed.
What’s a coup?
And that’s when I realized that if we are being bombed I had
nowhere to run to.
I think I will make some tea. Things are always better after
a cup of tea.
Repeating part of the narrative of a movie, a chick flick,
that she made me watch earlier that evening.
She fell asleep quickly after. I stayed up listening to the song
of the Lorelei a bit longer until the caffeine and the adrenaline cleared
through my system and I fell into a deep sleep.
A week later, just before I was starting my lecture I
noticed that all my students were still looking very tired and I was asking
them, again, about their experiences. They all had a common theme. That the
trauma of that early morning assault was still reverberating with them. They
were living their own personal fear. Each one had a different interpretation. They
were seeing the event through very different lenses. Some wrote to me excusing
themselves from class; anxiety attacks, stomach pain, headaches, not getting
enough sleep, all the effects of trauma.
Late at night, in my little dorm room, my daughter safely
out of the country, just before I welcome the lulling of sleep, I start thinking
of all the Istanbulites, all 22 million of them. I picture them all, looking up
at the ceiling from their bed. Eventually sleeping and going through their own
personal trauma again and again every night. Recurring nightmares. And falling asleep,
I realize that I am one of them tonight. We share a common experience. Even a spiritual
one. I will awaken with another nightmare but this time realizing that for the
first time I share some of the same experiences with my hosts, there will be 22 million nightmares—and mine--that connect us
closer together tomorrow.
© USA Copyrighted 2016 Mario D. Garrett
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