Friday, June 16, 2017

he is impotent



"The adversary is jealous toward all who have power to beget life. Satan cannot beget life; he is impotent." Boyd K. Packer

Begetting life is what this rolling caravan’s about.
That is why before we came we had to sing and shout.
The joy of clothing spirits in a suit of flesh and bone
Makes up for the mockery to which we’re often prone.
Satan is too impotent to bring to a fruition
Anything that does not lead to unhappy perdition.
Jehovah bids His children gladly bring to fecund pass

Righteous generations that will spring up like the grass!

I woke up this morning for the first time since 1972


Written and sealed up, and hid up unto the Lord, that they might not be destroyed



is the life I have hid up unto the Lord the same as the life I have given the world?

if you face the other way, coming out is going in


Thursday, June 15, 2017

It didn't come with any instructions . . .


Headlines & Verse. Thursday. June 15. 2017.

YOU THINK PARKING IS EXPENSIVE WHERE YOU LIVE? IN HONG KONG THEY PAY OVER 600 THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR A SINGLE PARKING SPACE!

There was a young man in Hong Kong
Who bought a sedan for a song.
But parking -- good lord! --
He could not afford.

He has nothing left but a thong.




Weak minds look for justification
To garner a grim invitation
That lets them explode
When at the crossroad --
For stupid there’s no vaccination.





The world may be warming, it’s true --
But Holland has nothing to rue.
They’ll build you a dam
As tight as a clam --

But wait til their bill becomes due!  


Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The Clown Convention That Almost Wasn't



“In all of our spirits, we’ve been cozened.”
The athletic middle-aged woman leans into the crowd in a comfortable hotel conference room. She hasn’t lost the flat twang of the Midwest in her speech as she addresses the crowd sans microphone. She’s talking about funny business, but not being very funny. “We put on the war paint and baggy pants and believe it’s gonna be love at first sight, now and forever” she lectures her audience. She goes into a goofy little dance, then stops -- completely deadpan.
“It’s time to wake up and smell the creepy clowns” she warns.

The crowd is not that big -- a few dozen, mostly retired. But they hang on every word the energetic woman says. They nod as she expands on her warning and message. It’s the second day of a Clown Convention in Provo, Utah. Unaffiliated with the World Clown Association, the meeting has still drawn some big clown comedy guns. Such as the current speaker -- Michelle Thompson. Thompson worked with various Shrine circuses for twenty years as both a clown and wardrobe mistress. But now she’s on a mission.



She goes on to explain that mankind has a tangled relationship with clowns that goes back thousands of years, and is still relevant today -- what with a new version of both Bozo and Penny the Clown making the entertainment rounds. How do we feel about Ronald McDonald or Insane Clown Posse? People are becoming more and more afraid and suspicious of clowns -- why is this happening and what can be done about it? This particular clown convention was supposed to attract over three-thousand visitors -- but that estimate was way off. Only three hundred showed up for the event.

Guerilla advertising has taken a sick advantage of the public’s fascination with clowns, says Thomas. In recent months several news stories have appeared about scary clowns wielding knifes and swords along busy roadsides until they were picked up by police. It turns out they were local temps hired to scare up business for upcoming indie movies. And that’s sad.

Thompson opens things up for the naming of scary clowns -- a way to get the enemy in their sites, so to speak. The names that pop up include John Wayne Gacy and Penny the Clown and even the Joker from Batman. The room is buzzing with negative energy now. When the crowd runs out of names, Thompson begins her pep talk -- encouraging each attending clown, whether professional or amateur, to not give up the good fight for a good honest laugh.

“Never take work as a blood soaked clown in a haunted house!” she chants, almost like a mantra. “Don’t ever smoke or drink while in makeup! You can’t swear when you’re in your clown character! And for heaven’s sake, make sure you set high standards for your personal hygiene and stick to them -- also plan on dry cleaning and other expenses for your costumes. Even a hobo clown should smell like aftershave and his or her patches should be clean!”  

After workshops and a dinner catered by the local locavore restaurant Good Thymes, which consisted mostly of squash themed dishes and beet salad, Thompson gave a closing thought to the assembled clowns.

“Clowns are not on their way out, like dinosaurs and rotary phones” she promised the crowd. “We are still relevant to society and have much to say in the laughter of our times and on our planet. So give of yourself with charity appearances and spread the gospel of giddiness with your own workshops in your own hometowns!”

I overheard one elderly lady, who wore a brooch pin reading “Clowns do it Better!”, say to her companion on their way out -- “I’m still not sure clowns are anything more than Halloween costumes anymore.”


I have a sinking feeling she’s right.

James Thomas Hodgkinson



Dead at the age of sixty-six, from shooting Republican males;
Jim Hodgkinson had shown no signs of going off the rails.
A loner and a Democrat, upset by recent trends;
He died for Bernie Sanders and his progressive friends.
He came from Belleville, Illinois -- a bizness man of sorts,
Who drank his beer and paid his bills and argued about sports.
He owned a gun and loved his wife and dogs -- is what we know.
On Facebook he looked down on Trump and thought lawmakers low.
Now journalists are digging to find out what made him tick.
But likely what they will dig up means less than some mouse click.
For in this disconnected age of tweets and sprawling blogs
What a man is thinking lies too deep in cyber bogs.
The sudden flash of violence that brought Jim Thomas down

Is but a symptom of the morass that is D.C. Town.

Turning the Tables on Clown Alley



Have you ever been misquoted in a newspaper article or blog post? It's very annoying. I try to quote only what I hear or clearly remember in my circus blogs, but still get complaints from an occasional person that I have misquoted them completely. Believe me, it's never intentional. Still, in the interests of fair play, I hereby present an article about me that is full of misquotes and even made up information -- when I initially read it I was livid with wrath and intended to sue the reporter. But now I've mellowed out -- after all, as P.T. Barnum said, why should I care what they write about me as long as they spell my name correctly!

It's from the Minneapolis Star Tribune newspaper, by a reporter who goes by the initials C.J. That should have been a dead giveaway that the telephone interview she was doing with me was going to be more fantasy than fact. It's why I refuse to do any more telephone interviews today. They're too easy to embroider according the reporter's agenda.



Poet and retired clown Tim Torkildson has gotten revenge on me via the NY Times.
“You came down to Nicollet Mall when I was working there as a clown and you did a video of me, about five or six years ago,” Torkildson refreshed my memory Tuesday. “After that I decided, ‘I’ll just send her everything I do.’ I did flood you with poetry and most of it was bad, so I don’t blame you for e-mailing me back, saying, Please stop.”
NY Times business reporter Rachel Abrams handled Torkildson’s poetry in a different manner.
“I sent her several over the past couple of years. Finally she e-mailed me back: Why do you do this? What is your purpose? I e-mailed her, ‘This is what I do. This is who I am.’ We arranged a telephone conversation. I explained, I’m semiretired right now and love reading newspapers. I’m obsessed with poetry. I write a lot of it and it’s always based on a story from a newspaper or magazine. When something tickles my funny bone or outrages me I’ll write about it.”
In Monday’s NYT, Abrams wrote about Torkildson, in a little behind-the-scenes feature, citing this one:
I eat magnets all the time:
the reason ain’t redactive.
If I eat enough of ’em
I’m sure to be attractive.
(Abrams declined my attempts to fact-check but condescended to note, via e-mail: “Just so you’re aware, we don’t intend to write anything else about him.”)
Torkildson taunted me via e-mail Tuesday: “Now my poetic work is being recognized in the New York Times. My revenge is to share that article link with you today. (nyti.ms/1A8ewEQ)”
By phone I told Torkildson that he was not the first reader whose poetry I had discouraged but that I had always intended to get back to him, to follow up on an e-mail he sent about how my video landed him a job in Asia.
“I sent the link [of the video] to all my friends. One of them lived in Thailand and he was concerned that I was reduced to panhandling as a circus clown to get some money together. He talked to a friend of his who owned an English school. I spent the next four years teaching English in Thailand. It was a great part of my life.”
Osteoarthritis, which has the Roseville resident wintering in Utah, brought Torkildson’s clown days to an end. That just means more time for poetry, and, since Torkildson owes me, I gave him assignments for two upcoming interviews: with a clown and a poet.
(The original article can be seen here.)

If you'd like to read another example of a reporter's hatchet job on me and the truth, try this one from the Glasgow Daily Times:    http://bit.ly/2rrH4kx  

Utah Headlines & Verse. Wednesday. June 14. 2017.


CONCERN MOUNTS AS WOMEN PROFESSIONALS IN UTAH ARE CONSTANTLY DENIED KEY LEADERSHIP POSITIONS

In Utah the women are free
To labor in all industry.
But they must respect
That men are perfect --

So they don’t reach top of the tree.





A refugee living in Draper
Was searched for inculpating paper.
Though nothing was found
The cops still were bound
To turn his rights into thin vapor.




At BYU Coke is denounced --
The campus has all bottles bounced.
If you should imbibe,
A firm diatribe
Will have you completely denounced.