Clown Trauma And Reinterpretation

A Multiple Choice Past Is Only One Of The Side Benefits

Finished A Scanner Darkly, and am looking forward to the dvd - I haven't seen it listed in the theatres?

I am now getting deeply into Glamorama.

Over the weekend I saw The Prestige.

For some reason I am attracted to material that plays with reality, creates reality and deconstructs illusion, that makes me stumble in the murkie depths of my uncertain mind.

Is it good for me if it makes me feel woozie?

I suspect not.

Trying to get away from reality and trying to get a grasp on it are two sides of the same low denomination coin.

Hope all is going swimmingly with you - remember, to find 'up', just follow the thought bubbles.

Evil Clown

Real clowns love Jesus, but wait for marriage.

Prop Art above:

The Museum Of Bad Art (MOBA) is the world's only museum dedicated to the collection, preservation, exhibition and celebration of bad art in all its forms.

PORTRAITURE #11
Jerez the Clown
Acrylic on canvas by Higgins
Acquired from Todd Farm Flea Market by Scott Wilson

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I'll Eat Anything As Long As It's A Baby

Man vs. Clown!


I'll eat anything as long as it's a baby: Veal, lamb, puppy.

As long as it hasn't had a chance to really live.

Life experience makes the meat tough.

Innocence makes it sweet and tender.

- Peter Lynn,
Things I said, but shouldn't have #12



Peter Lynn's way of thinking is way off key.

He should be ashamed of himself.

He will have a very short-lived and lonely life if he keeps this up.

He has made such a joke of it all, and Lord help him. One day he will stand in front of God and have to explain his actions.

He can either change his ways or find himself spending eternity in Hell.

In another post he reveals his sensitive side with a coworker:

"Can I talk to the baby?" I ask.

"Sure," she says.

I bend close. "Your mommy's worthless," I say.

- Peter Lynn

Check out his blog and other ' Things I said, but shouldn't have'

Man vs. Clown!
Old blog http://manvsclown.blogspot.com/


Evil Clown Art: Theosophist Trembles In Ecstasy

Theosophists have been infected with a suspicion of the overwhelming splendor of the clown cycle in which our humanity forms but ephemeral shadows.

Mixed media on 100% rag paper

Evil Clown

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Around about now in history:

August 1930 - The debut of the Amos and Andy show on NBC (radio) starring Freeman Gosden and Charles Correll, was it:

- A ground breaking positive influence
- Racially offensive stereotyping
- A once profitable franchise flogged to death

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Oh My Dog It Is Happening Again

Success Is The Sum Of Small Efforts, Repeated Over And Over Again

Platitudes And Bromides – Acrylic On Paper

You are more important than your problems

What is evil?

See things as you would have them be instead of as they are

What is murder?

You win when you aren't afraid to lose

What is War?

Happiness does not come from doing easy work

We have never lost a war

Everything is possible when you believe it's possible

The French have nothing to teach us

You must act on your dreams

A shot that shook the world

People with goals succeed

Depravity

It comes from the reserves of your mind

Lunacy

Successful action has cumulative results

Execution

There is always a good side

At 71 Eddie Adams died

Photograph, Pulitzer Prize - 1968
South Vietnamese Colonel executing a communist North Vietnamese Vietcong prisoner in a Saigon street

Your life will always be to a large extent what you make of it

Summary justice

You really can live your dreams

Orgy of death

You have to make your own opportunities

Shameful

There is no easy road to anything

Heroic

Overcoming obstacles is the price of success

Pride

It gives you the ability to rise above reality

Chaos

Courage gives you the power to face your difficulties

Evil Clown

One should always keep an open mind, but not so open that one's brains fall out

- Bertrand Russell

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Everyone Wears Masks - Every Clown Has Personas

Sometimes, Behind The Mask Or The Paint There Is No Face

A hollow perfect facade, a clown's mask hides; nothing. Our panic and anxiety don't mark us out as unique or special; they make us interchangeable.

This Job, This Life, Is Erasing Me - Mixed Media On Paper


There is an idea of an evil clown; some kind of abstraction.

But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory.

And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable...

I simply am not there.

American Psycho (2000 (film not book))

... he's a clown without a face
A sound to fill their silence, a soul that leaves no trace
Every happy song is drowned in, drowned in sorrow
Yet no one sees the tears in his eyes
His dreams are gone, no special song, no tomorrow
No chorus as his spirit slowly dies

- Piano Player, Words by John Murphy, Music by David Sinclair

Feeling went away in the fire
And the fire is still burning
Someone said that we are all liars
It's amazing what I'm learning
All the words you say
When you talk and you talk that way
Burn and melt away
We cry and we die

Hide ourselves inside the sarcasm
The whisper of your name
Another game of jokes and laughter
Clown without a face

- Last Time Out, Skywire by Common Children

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

T. S. Eliot (1925)

Evil Clown

This isn't really who i am, is it?
- Litotes The Clown

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Litotes The Clown Monkey Dream

Evil Little Monkey Impersonator

Negotiation Time : Acrylic On Paper

There are little monkeys all over the place, tiny ones, like spider or green monkeys. They can sit on your shoulder. They seem friendly, but keep their distance.

It's hard to keep track of them all as they jump around chattering at each other amiably.

It's a big, if gloomy, enclosure; ropes, trunks, simulated trees and a few toys. It's just blackness above, with no sign of a door. But there's no hurry.

Their friendly play is everything we go to the zoo for.

The monkeys freeze. Screaming, they run around ricocheting off the rocks, couches, trees and walls. But they can't leave. Something has gotten in with them.

A predator. Is it him? The howling and frenzy increases and I check over my clothes to see if I'm wearing anything that might be wrong.

Impossibly fast it bounces around like a rocketing rubber ball. The concaphony and fear are intense. I chases it around and try to stop it or distract it from the monkeys, but it is small, low and fast.

Off a particularly rubbery wall rebound, it attaches itself to my leg. There is no sensation of impact, only the wrap-around grip. It looks up at me and grins.

Nausea, revulsion and fear are only words.

Desperate shaking becomes frantic kicking, becomes wild unbalancing spasms. The grinning monkey is unmoved. With slow deliberateness it sticks it's ass out, then thrusts its hips forward and begins humping my leg.

The howling of the others has become a distant wall of sound compared to my breathing and struggles. They are gone; hidden or immobile to the point of invisibility. It doesn't matter anymore. They don't matter anymore. I have to get it off.

It gathers steam like a lascivious locomotive, the movements oddly mechanical, a machine cranking itself over in fits and jerky starts. Penetrating my leg with an organic and bloody squish squish.

Nothing will shake it loose or knock it off; my hands, leg, the ground or useless bits of woods and debris.

Its going at my leg in a frantic rhythm now. It licks and bites my thigh and looks up at me with raised brows on a quizzical and bloody face.

My screaming is a constant siren.

The world is a blur of thrashing background and monkey howls.

At every thrust the pen is getting longer. I feel it under my skin. It turns metallic, the claws and teeth are bloody and deep, the pain sears through my body overtaking all other torments.

I beat at its head ineffectually with a stick, cutting and bruising my leg. I want to cut it off.

The monkey face is a paper mask. Behind it, a tiny human face begins to sweat through, a look of gleeful, spasming eyes in an unending fit of ecstasy. The needle pistons higher, about to enter my body.

Rolling on the ground over rocks, desperate and on fire.

Thrashing and sweating I awake and rub my leg, I run my hands through my hair. I find the light and rub my leg again.

Time to go to work.

Evil Clown

I went looking for clowns and found only the evil apes of their ideas
- The Clown who was Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

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Traumatized Evil Clown Paints Picture Of Hapless Business Bunnie

Add Fear And Mix, Bake Under Fluorescent Lights For 5 Years And Anxiety Headache Is Produced -
Acrylic On Paper

The darkened workspace had the color of a failed burnt sienna. Sparsely light by directionally directed fluorescent tubes that spilled and bled faint light anyway.

The Peoples' Popular Music played over and over and over again in the background as the bunnie stared unblinking into the arching of the flickering lamp.

It was slowly, ever so slowly, making him blind, he knew.

He couldn't look away.

Evil Clown

TODAY’S WORD:

CENTOPHOBIA

Noun, fear of new things or new ideas.

TODAY’S THOUGHT:

Age and treachery always triumph over youth and talent.

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Evil Clown With Riot Painting

To the Young Evil Clowns of the Word A Manifesto Of Old Fashioned Evil Clowns From Future Past

We hear the howling hounds of chaos keening in our inner ears.

This is not some political or religious clique, it is not even an economic mutual aid society. It is not a security pact.

It is a savage unrestrained revolt beyond the petty defiance of movie critics and squeamish and uncomfortable numbness of nihilist managers.

Everywhere a firmament is fermenting within the rotting husk of the apes of our former idealists. The chrysalis, the pupa, before the fearful metamorphosis of our own evil clowns.

We understand well the hidden and vicious underpinning of systems. We were trained and bred for them, we invented them, we brought them to there terrible logical conclusion. We will not crawl like insects or homeless families amongst the cracks of business, church and state.

We are embedded within the dominion. We embrace the mechanism and will game the system.

Evil Clown

When man tries to imagine Paradise on earth, the immediate result is a very respectable Hell.

- Paul Claudel (1868-1955)

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Shenyang Clown Incident

I Don't Understand The Younger Generation

All loyal facilities in Shenyang, China have banned the Clown Fable after some students threatened friends and teachers by altering paper stationery to look like a Death Threat and marking the names of people they loathed on it.

It has been proclaimed a poisonous thrall upon the soul, creating wicked hearted clowns.

Simple minds simple Rules

- The evil clown whose name is here-in written shall die

- It don't count if you don't have the clown's face seared into your mind - so they's don't get no clown by miss take

- 40 secs GO. How you write it - it will happen. BTW: average HS typing speed is about 35-55 words per minute. If you set it down longhand, cursive writing (not what you think) is to be expected

- If no particular or particularly grusome manner of death is described in hideous detail the clown will die of one of: cancer, heart attack, cancer, suicide, car accident, cancer, collateral damage, accidental gardening accident, choke to death on someone(')s unfinger-printable vomit, cancer, car bomb, tax reasons or convenient random act of evil (pay it forward)

- After labeling the cause of death, the horrific minutia should be excruciatingly detailed within in the next 400 seconds

Visit Evil Clown

A cautious young fellow named Lodge
Had seatbelts installed in his Dodge.
When his date was strapped in
He committed a sin
Without even leaving the garage.

That's clever, isn't it?

- Blood
A Boy and His Dog (1975)

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Photo Only Clown Seeks Love In Personals

Lowered Expectations
Must Love Clowns, No Dogs



Age: 32; Vancouver, BC
Active during the last 24 hours

First Name: Litotes

Gender: Clown (male) seeking nubile circus act / side show diva

Marital Status: So very very lonely. I have sooo much love to give.

Body Type: Surprisingly Strong

Height: 5' 9"

Eyes: Unblinking hazel with flecks of gold

Hair: Yellow

Ethnicity: is all in the face paint

Sense of Humor: Extreme, Clever, Slap My Stick, Quick Witted

Social Setting: Shy at first, but warm up quickly

TV Watching: Infomercials, News, Serial Murderer Documentaries, Horror / comedy

Smoking: Doesn't smoke unless on fire

Drinking: Drinks socially

Living Situation: I live with midgets, contortionists and exotic animals

Have Kids: Not my own

Want (more) kids: I'll tell you later

Education: Graduate

Employment Status: Full-time, it’s a vocation – not a job

Occupation: Entertainment

Income: You’d be surprised

Religion: Loki, Kali, Oberon, Saint Fermin, Amaguq, Kaulu, Iktomi and others as needs arise

Attend Services: the whole world is my cathedral

Political Views: Conservative

Astrology: Libra

Languages: Esperanto, Marketing, Art Criticism

Interests: Arts, Fine Dining, Outdoor Activities, Dank Places, Photography, Closets, Sporting Chances, Guerrilla Theater, Travel, Cooking, Game Theory, Francis Bacon (painter), Attila Richard Lukacs, Robert Longo, Lucian Freud, Fire

In my own words

I love to laugh and meet new people and I am looking for love.

Are you looking for someone to have FUN with? Are you confident, affectionate and not easily repelled?

I am an indoors / outdoors type but loath pointless physical activity. I do however love the deep end of the pool; can you swim?

I am a hapless romantic at heart and I can give until it hurts.

Why not find out what life has to offer?

Serious replies only.

Let's play!

Evil Clown

If you think I'm funny now, wait 'till we have sex.

- Litotes The Clown

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Clown Sex Without The Base Alloy Of Love

Conclusion: Intelligent, Sexy, Exciting, Strong And Banned

Babbler Accuses Audience Of Scopophilia And Ponders Absense of Enthralling Thralls In Current American Myth And Cinematographic Cityscape

Are we to ever see the return of the clown-fatale? Is there no place for her in our fantasy?

The popular perception of the She-Clown is that she is wild, dangerous, run-amok and evil; that is, irresistable.

But this current cultural aversion to real sexuality amounts to censorship.

This type of unconscious repression is a type of misogynistic clown psycho-sexual pathology - personalized and conceptualized in a kind of social bidirectional double headed dilbo, or, later on the dvd, as a sixty-nine of causality between culture and socially constructed reflections of representation.

What is there to fear but our chains?:

Is it that:

- These female clown seductresses have the moxy, virility and positive optimism, along with the potency and strength to expunge common men-folk power?

- Declarations of Love for simpleminded men but mask her sexually petty objectives and grand but opaque political goals?

- He is allowed, at least initially, to believe himself to be manipulating her; to see her as the passive agent of his subterfuge and power?

- Inevitably, frightfully (if at all conscious) or under the vale of ignorance, the sucker will succumb to her sexual power and superior, though subtler will; becoming her pathetically enslaved emotional boot boy?

I may never care.

Evil Clown

A good gag can be a philosophical assassin.

- Litotes The Clown

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Self Portrait – Clown Relaxing At Home

Evil Clown Art Hobby
Medium: Cheap Acrylic On Watercolor Paper

A clown learns how to paint a self-portrait by mapping the values of his light and dark nature. The I is easily confused and easily fooled.

Mapping is an important method that allows the inner artist to see the 'subject' clearly and to draw it 'as it is' as opposed to 'how you like to think it is'.

It is spiritual realism stripped of superstition
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It is immaculate perception without archetypes

In as much as artistic representation is a process of mediation, the underlying form of all physicality when removed, or, in some cases, abstracted (anything, say, after post-painterly abstraction), restrains contextual tendencies to illusion-ism.

This 'Being in-itself' contrasted, as-it-were, with 'content'.

How then, can this 'Pure Art' be contained or retained if again connected, even with a golden umbilical cord, to subject matter?

The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.

Subject matter need only be driven away from art if it is feared like a loathed infection; think about the ignorant but noble savages who drive away Frankenstein's reflection of [womb-less]man himself.

To detest something, even to ascribe to it malicious intent, is to give it power. Then it is a thing to be feared.

But be that as it may, if subject matter is not to be detested or treated like an unfortunate relation, then it need not hold LESS sway than other considerations – namely, form, context, inter-textuality or 'position'.

Now can representation be freed. And once freed, like all things, we find that it has nowhere else to go.

Evil Clown

Self policing is a humorous concept, have you ever know science to stop discovering of its own volition, profitable enterprises from seeking more profit, the military from training for war or a Chicago cop to pull themselves over and write up a ticket?

- Litotes The Clown

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