DEAR CONSCIOUSNESS

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I wonder why you are here, really – – why?

why do you seem to appear out of nowhere,

and distract me from my current actions,

and those things you  force me to think about?

 

Better yet, why do you make me think?

I would just as well sit here and read my book,

but you interject pictures into my mind,

as I try to just read and enjoy the story.

 

Are you trying to tell me something?

are you saying that there is something else,

besides the words in the book? Come now – –

both of us know that the book is just a book.

 

How about the gentleman that I just met?

He was a fairly normal looking man,

yet I wondered why he had that strange haircut,

and that leather briefcase; what was in that?

 

Probably legal or academic papers,

but with that strange haircut – – –

did he have his stash in there?

or possibly some ‘hero’ comic books?

 

Then suddenly you call my attention,

to a murder of screaming crows.

What are they so excited about?

Probably a nearby owl or hawk.

 

And I continue on, walking and pondering,

my past, current and future lives.

Are they really that compartmentalized?

Or are they all one single string of days?

 

Yet, they could be divided by day and night.

Where do you go at night Dear Consciousness?

Are you with me or have you abandoned me?

You are like a shadow on a cloudy day; inconsistent.

 

But possibly I misjudge you, maybe you are always there,

and I just don’t recognize you as I concentrate,

at other times you break my concentration – – don’t you?

So you must be there, lurking in the shadows.

 

Do you wish to pounce upon me when I am unaware?

Do you attempt to confuse me when I lie to myself?

That is exactly when you seem to muddle my mind.

I think you do Dear Consciousness, I think you do.

 

What is it that you do to me when I am blue,

or have a hole in my heart as big as the universe?

It is then that you always seem to abandon me,

it is then when I cannot think; it is when I fail to exist?

 

And then you return, Dear Consciousness – – you do,

you make me see the new spring leaves and flowers,

you call my attention to a fawn or morning dew,

you return me to this earth who has been so good to me.

 

And somehow you fill my heart again – – mysteriously.

How do you do that Dear Consciousness – – how?

And then you sneak up again on me while I am busy,

and fill my mind with things that I am not pondering.

 

Especially when, on the other hand, I am not busy,

when I am in solitude, sitting on an old log,

in a forest, simply enjoying the day and the birds,

It is then when you pounce upon me.

 

Unexpectedly, you appear, and present thoughts,

not about the forest or the birds or the trees,

but thoughts about anything else, thoughts unattached,

to my current circumstances, my mood or surroundings.

 

Sometimes it is the imagined fragrance of Balsam trees,

other times it is the churning water of silvery rapids,

or that old fisherman with tanned weather-beaten face,

and his thick glasses required for tying hook to line.

 

Just as suddenly you remind me of the mortgage payment,

the juggling of expenses to get me through another month,

those are things, Dear Consciousness, that I could do without,

but, prudently, you remind me about the necessary.

 

You are an enigma Dear Consciousness – – you are,

you appear when least expected,

and disappear just as mysteriously,

or possibly you are playing hide and seek with me.

 

I don’t know what I would do if you ever left me.

I know, at times, that I have been hard to live with,

but you mean so much to me – – please forgive me,

for those times when I ignored you, and when;

I doubted that you really exist.

 

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 55. (Book 50 The End of the Circus)

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Sunlight on a Stormy Sea, c.1640s Bonaventura Peeters the Elder (Flemish, 1614–1652)

 

That particular circus found a new ringmaster and survived, albeit not quite the same show.

Frogs continue croaking in various ponds. Donkeys and asses still bray in various corrals. Fickle birds warble amongst the dark hemlocks. Dogs howl in the night. Other beings make their selves known in other ways, except for the worms. They are not to be seen or heard unless you dig in the dead leaves, muck, and dung piles.

FRED SPOKE NO MORE.

A link to Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s selected works

 

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 54. (Book 49, Verse 6 The Conflagration)

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Limbo: by Jan Mandijn

 

 

The ringmaster never appeared.

The circus acts continued to become more ghastly and weirder with each passing minute. There was howling and braying, croaking and hooting. The din was unbearable.

The acrobat-nun reappeared from time to time. She would take bows for the audience and then disappear just as quickly.

The clown-owls ran faster and faster around the ring. Their big red flat shoes kept slapping the floor and raising a cloud of sawdust. The faster they ran the more smoke poured out of their briefcases. And then it happened!

One of the briefcases flew open and the flames inside ignited the sawdust cloud. It exploded and caught the sheep on fire. The leader of the sheep leapt on his tiny motorcycle and exited the circus tent.

The dead acrobat awoke due to all this commotion. He climbed back up the rope ladder, where upon, and once again, he purposefully fell to his death.

The bleachers finally caught fire and several hundred members of the audience perished in the flames.

Some members escaped and found respite in other venues of show business. They remained however, only audience members.

Well, that is not quite true. A few found respite as puppeteers and one or two became resident ringmasters (that means that they showed up to direct the circus).

FRED REMAINED SILENT

Tomorrow: “The Circus Acts Continued, Book 50, The End”

 

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 53. (Book 49, Verse 5; Dead Fish and Sacrificial Worms)

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Gods and Monsters: Persius

 

The dejected leader of the sheep remained sitting on the oak curbing of the circus ring. His motorcycle continued sputtering and the wheels were still slowly spinning. Without warning he leapt up and shouted “Hallelujah brother” as if he had just remembered something.

Reaching into the small saddle bag on the tiny motorcycle he pulled out a piece of oil paper with something bundled inside. A white string was tied neatly around the package, crisscrossed in the shape of a cruciform, and then tied around the package in the other direction. At the top of the tied string was a fine example of a bow. The man carefully placed the package on the sawdust of the circus ring floor. He deftly pulled on the ends of the bow and the string fell to the ground. He then loosened the string and un-wrapped the remainder of the oil paper.

A ghastly sight was beheld by the audience. There, lying in the middle of the unwrapped oil paper was a dead fish. A fish, which by its odor, had been dead for quite some time. Covering the fish were hundreds of little white maggots. They wriggled and crawled on each other to no apparent ends except to escape the dead fish. The maggots knew that this was only a circus act in their own minds, so they had quit being maggots. They failed in their basic being. Realizing their failure before it had actually happened (or may not have happened had they not planned to fail) they decided to make a sacrifice. One by one, all following each other, they crawled up the wooden legs of the frog cage. It was there that they made their sacrifice without a word. For maggots, like predestined failures, are silent. Worms do not bray, do not croak, do not howl, and surely do not hoot. The frogs had a decent meal but decided not to jump any higher because someone may always expect them to jump higher – – – forever after.

FRED REMAINED SILENT

 

Tomorrow: “The Circus Acts Continued, Book 49, Verse 6, The Conflagration”

 

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 52. (Book 49, Verse 4 Lamenting Frogs)

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Orpheus Taming the Animals

 

Finally one of the clown-owls walked behind the curtain and returned with a large wire-mesh cage full of frogs. The cage was attached to a table with three legs.

He shoved aside a few of the sheep and the dead acrobat so that he could place the cage in the center of the circus ring. As he stood back the frogs awoke from their lethargic stupor. One by one they would look around to see who was watching. As each individual frog was sure that he had an audience (even one clown-owl would suffice as an audience) he would jump into the air. Typically the frog would only jump to a moderate height. He would look around to see if his audience pitied him for this very poor showing.

A lamented croak would escape his bulging throat.

The audience did not react.

One by one the cage full of frogs repeated this mournful act of pitiful jumps. And the audience continued its bored look because, of course, they could not determine what these poor beings were attempting to do.

The croaking became sorrowful and everyone wished that it would stop. It did not.

It almost sounded like a human phrase; “poor me, poor me, poor me.” One of the clowns walked around the circus ring with a large cardboard image of a crying moon. It added a nice touch of sadness.

FRED REMAINED SILENT

 

Tomorrow: “The Circus Acts Continued, Book 49, Verse 5, Dead Fish and Sacrificial Worms”

 

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 51. The Circus Acts (Book 49, Verse 3 The Nun and the Acrobats)

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Hans von Gersdorff. (Strasburg, 1528). ((Field book of surgery. The wounded man).

The sheep and the motorcyclist had hardly finished their act when four acrobats walked out into the dusty and smoke filled ring. There was hardly room for all of them. Their leotards were a bright yellow color with purple piping. The piping was so defined that it clearly could be seen by the most distant audience member. A rope ladder dropped down from somewhere near the top of the circus tent. One by one the acrobats climbed up the ladder to reach a dimly lit platform. The audience strained to follow their moves. A trapeze could be seen swinging back and forth.

The acrobats appeared to be arguing about something. This was not good for the pendulum like movement of the trapeze. The arc it traveled became smaller and smaller as they argued. It was apparent that one of the acrobats would be required to leap onto the slowing trapeze to give it momentum. Suddenly one acrobat ripped off his leotards only to expose a nun’s habit underneath. From beneath the skirt the nun deftly removed the white cap of a novice and donned it. With that she forcefully shoved a fellow acrobat off the platform and towards the trapeze. The unbalanced acrobat fell backward. His head hit the trapeze bar as his arms flailed wildly in the air. He fell straight downward and landed on top of the sheep. The nun leapt at the wildly swinging trapeze bar and successfully grasped it in both hands; habit swinging to and fro.

The two remaining acrobats discussed something in earnest and then climbed back down the rope ladder. One went to the left. The other went to the right. Both avoided the dogs. They whistled and warbled as they departed only to return a few seconds later. Then the one who departed to the left apparently changed his mind and departed once more; this time to the right. The remaining acrobat looked upward at the nun who was slowly losing her grip on the trapeze bar. This remaining acrobat walked over to the poor acrobat who had been pushed. He lifted him up and asked if he was all right. The response was a weak “yes.” With that, the remaining acrobat placed the injured one directly beneath the nun who promptly fell from the trapeze. He/she landed on the recovering acrobat and broke his neck. He died immediately. The remaining acrobat and the nun bowed their heads in memoriam, pointed at each other, curtsied, and exited; stage left.

The audience, clowns, dogs and mini-cycle rider all remained silent and stunned.

FRED ALSO REMAINED SILENT

 

Tomorrow: “Circus Acts Continued, Book 49, Verse 4, Lamenting Frogs”

 

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 50. The Circus Acts (Book 49, Verse 2 The Cloned Donkeys)

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Cenee and Centaurs Engraving by Bauer for Ovid’s Metamorphoses

 

Without a ringmaster to control the timing of the acts other eerie things occurred.

A group of men walked out into the middle of the circus ring, careful not to fall over the stupefied sheep.

Amazingly, these men all looked alike; nose for nose, height for height, hair color for hair color. All appeared to be from the same family or inbred by some fault of nature. All had blue suits, white shirts, ties and wing tip shoes. They moved with precision. All to the left. Then all to the right. Their arms were precise also. First up, then down, then in a motion that stated “NO!” They danced and danced until sweat ran from their collective brows.

And the sweat ran until the grease paint on their faces started to run. It was only then that the audience could see the true features of the dancers. They were all donkeys! Some old. Some young. Some of the older ones appeared to lead the macabre dance which continued on and on. It was a monotonous dance without any creativity. Just back and forth and up and down. Every once in a while a small bray would escape the lungs of a younger donkey. This would break up the monotony of their actions but would change nothing.

The dogs and the clown-owls and the donkeys continued with their separate acts. The sheep just lay in the sawdust that covered the circus ring floor and trembled. The man in the leather apron appeared dejected and sat on the edge of the ring as his small motorcycle laid on its side sputtering and smoking; wheels still spinning in the air.

FRED REMAINED SILENT

 

Tomorrow: “The Circus Acts Continued, Book 49, Verse 3, The Nun and the Acrobats”

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 49. The Circus Acts

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UNKNOWN: NUMBER 2

 

(Book 49, Verse 1   The Sheep and the Motorcyclist)

 

“What manner of men are these,

That keep their thoughts in parenthesis?

A man of thoughts and not of action,

Likely belongs to a brotherhood faction.

So free your SELF from binds that tie,

That keep you in limbo ‘til you die.

Travel alone on your path of choice,

They’l follow your lead and also your voice.”

Thus spoke Fred

(And so this author took Fred’s advice. The message is too somber for kartoons and krazy pictures. Allusion and metaphor were the only remaining tools. Therefore, he proceeded.)

Fred spoke, as follows, to himself;

“I presume that the clown-owl is a lackey sent in by the ringmaster. The message on the scroll appears to be a piece of misinformation to direct attention away from the absent ringmaster. But who will control the circus if the ringmaster is nowhere to be found?”

Fred walked back to his seat amongst the audience. He was quite perplexed by the whole thing. His senses seemed to be picking up the odor of a rodent.

At that moment a lone man appeared from behind a curtain. He had a leather apron and a trowel with which he motioned to something that remained behind the curtain. He whispered to the unnamed beings hiding behind the curtain. He then quickly turned to see if the audience had observed this secret message. Pleased that they had not, he continued his whispers and knowing winks. A single sheep’s head appeared from behind of the curtain. Then another. And another. And another.

The man in the apron found a small motorcycle at the side of the circus ring. He started it and rode around and around. He was adept at keeping his balance atop of the oak curbing that circumscribed the ring. The sheep followed him with their eyes and heads. They spun around and around attempting their best not to lose sight of his every move. They became dizzy and their legs became wobbly. One by one they toppled on top of each other.

FRED REMAINED SILENT

Tomorrow: “The Circus Acts Continued, Book 49, Verse 2, The Cloned Donkeys”

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 48. And the Band Played On

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The Devil and Evil: By Unknown

Clowns soon appeared to take the edge off of the circus dog act.

They were dressed as owls in gaudy colors.

Forest owls hunt for prey. They perch

in the towering pines to better view

their prey.

 

Their silent scouring of the forest floor

is earnest research for

a better tomorrow.

 

The clown-owls had large orange feathery hats

with brown pointed downy ears.

They scoured the audience

over their half glasses

with turtle shell

frames.

 

Each clown-owl carried a leather briefcase

with smoke emanating from it.

The clowns seemed to either

ignore the smoke or

be unaware

of it.

   

The audience became uneasy because of it.

Fred walked out of the audience and demanded

to know where the ringmaster was.

One of the clown-owls looked

over his half glasses, sneered,

harrumphed, smirked rather

knowingly and said

“in due time.”

 

Fred then shook the clown by his downy little ears and asked

“Tell me where one would find the ring-master.”

This time the clown-owl pulled a scroll

out of his costume. He unrolled it

with a flourish and held it high,

and slowly turned around

to ensure that everyone

in the audience

could read it.

 

In big black block letters it stated:

A collective gasp went up from the audience! “What does it mean?” they asked each other. Quizzical looks were exchanged. “Were you standing around the water cooler?” their eyes seemed to ask each other. Some of the audience in the bleachers turned around to get a quick glance at the water cooler. But no one was there and the ringmaster was not to be seen..

“Beware of planted messages and misdirected attention. Keep an eye on the center ring and enjoy “The Most Tragic Show on Earth.”

Thus spoke Fred

Tomorrow: “The Circus Acts”

A DEVINE TRAGEDY: 47. On Things that Appear Amiss

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Jan Mandyn: A parital painting

 

“Behold the false ringmaster, for he is nothing. He sells his pride for a few days of status quo. He sells humanity for a secret handshake. He sleeps at the feet of his Board of Directors.”

Thus spoke Fred

The large hall became the central ring for a new circus;

a circus that Fred had never seen before.

Oh, there were big tubas playing

“Oom pah pah, Oom pah pah”

And there were clowns.

 

There was even the obligatory dog act and donkeys,

that leapt from a platform into a tank of water.

There were the trapeze artists, trained birds,

leaping frogs and other such acts.

All this was contained in a

very large tent erected

in this largest of halls

and the cave system

and passageways.

 

But the lighting was off kilter.

It did not center on the acts.

It centered on the audience.

The ringmaster; absent.

The circus dogs were Dobermans. Not brown Dobermans

but blue serge Dobermans. Foam dripped from

the corners of their mouths.

Their shadows, because of

the off kilter lighting,

are bigger than dogs.

The dogs seemed

alarmed at these

shadows; and leap

around trying

to avoid the

dark blobs

attached to

their feet.

 

The more they leap the more excited they became.

 

“Canines on the hunt are magnificent and noble animals. Hunting dogs lead themselves and pack dogs follow. Dogs in the circus are cute and, at times, unpredictable. Or at least they are trained to appear as though they are unpredictable. These dogs are neither cute, nor magnificent, nor trained, nor noble leaders. But they are unpredictable.”

Thus Spoke Fred

Tomorrow: “And the Band Played On”