Yesterday was wind-down Tuesday
here in Mardi Gras capitol Gutenberg Land.
So far we have had:
“cut the mens’ ties off, storm the town hall, old ladies dancing in the streets”
Then “you can’t get a hair appointment, buy flowers, or candy,
or really anything but milk-less hard rolls, wine,
and huge garlic-laced rings of baloney,
because everything else has been requisitioned for the television broadcast
(of the fancy four largest corporations’ ‘literary-political’ carnival-
as opposed to Cologne, Rio, or New Orleans,
where they just sing and dance and drink a lot,
or the Basel area of Switzerland,
where they hit you with pig bladders on a stick,
occasionally filled with pig’s blood,
or with twig brooms,
or kidnap you to ride on their fire truck,
after first smearing you with smudge from a smudge pot,
and handing you an orange.)
Probably either something to do with fertility-
hey, don’t ask me. I live in Gutenberg land,
or just something they dreamed up
because it looks good on Facebook?
Maybe someone Swiss can fill me in.
Although, since someone in Basel once told me that if I drank cola with fondue
I would have to go to the hospital with a closed off stomach-
hey, as if I would, already.
At least they were kind enough to offer me tea-
Lipton no less.
Ok, so back to the topic.
On Thursday, we attack men.
Symbolically, of course.
On Friday we have our hair done,
put a small jeweled fools cap
(a cap, not the paper)
in our newly permed hair,
and do the Rooky Zooky-
a bit like the hokey pokey-
to the tune of ‘Good Night Ladies’
(I once got in real trouble for telling a choir that-
the one who ‘wrote’ Rooky Zooky is a local hero.)
there you are,
at eight eleven at night,
dressed to the comedic nines,
dancing like something out of Wodehouse,
in the massive medieval hall of the Electorat of the city-
the one who elected the Kaiser of Germany-
Mainz, Trier, and Cologne,
and the other four worldly.
Well, maybe you are dancing there-
the price tag is so high,
even if you could get tickets,
would have to eat leftover dry water-based hard rolls
for a month.
Which many do.
Since the family has been in the companies for several hundred years.
The rest watch it on television.
And during the three reruns,
the next three nights,
(so those who were in the halls can see themselves)
you watch several-year-late versions of Inspector Barnaby.
Where we just found out-
they are going to kill Sykes.
Writers of the program:
believe me, you need him.
Time for a carnival float:
“Mercy for Sykes.”
Will let you know if it flies.
I like Saturday-
everyone takes a tram into the city
since you can’t take a car in no matter what,
and watches all the school kids,
usually dressed in some kind of inventive version of a blue plastic trash bag
with the head of the child stuck out,
and something as a hat-
alien beeny boppers etc.
But the kids are just so darned proud,
and the schools show so much spirit,
it keeps you happy
through the next six weeks of socially-stigmatized-if you-don’t
(We are having spinach in garlic sauce on rice noodles today,
Sunday is the day the neighborhoods boogie.
is known for the invention of the pretzel,
so the local marching unit,
who call themselves “the Jacobites”
wear a brown beret
that makes them look like a toasted pretzel,
and a yellow poncho
with pretzel design.
And plays “Gugga-music”
a Swiss invention,
where a brass and drums group
plays hideously badly.
More or less.
Hey, it’s in their leaflets, right?
Actually, they really aren’t bad,
and they do create a lot of need to dance.
And link arms and “schunkel”-
sway left and right.
And the floats,
on the local level,
often really get down to the nitty-gritty.
Like the hideous continuous noise pollution
created by the Fraport-
the Frankfurt Airport
who fly loud continuous runs over the houses
between two and five every morning.
There are studies linking this to cancer,
but no one in politics here seems to care.
sponsored by about 350,000 inhabitants,
for over a million visitors
from all over the world.
It shows what we think about international politics-
an ex chancellor of Germany,
bottle in hand,
climbing out of the rear end of a very hairy Russian bear.
Or chancellor Merkel,
as a turtle,
practicing total passivity-
flippers formed into chakra level heart.
Ah yes, the people fight back.
And then dance, drink,
and go back to work.
As someone I very very much admire,
the “third cathedral organist”
once told me
about an extremely corrupt politician,
who used his connections
and not his music,
to make a living:
“Let him go- the devil will get him.
When you have sat, sixteen years old,
on the banks of the river,
holding an anti-aircraft gun,
people like this seem very small,
and very worthless.”
And maybe that is the secret of carnival.
Let the singing and dancing go on-
six uninterrupted days,
business as ususal.
Did I mention
we are eating spinach
with rice noodles today?
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4 thoughts on “And Gutenberg Lived Here: Carnival In Review: Duck When They Throw The Candy, And Mercy For Sykes.”
That all makes perfect sense, but who the hell is Sykes?
Sorry. Sykes is the dog they put into the Midsumer murders, as, in my opinion, the only really interesting character, after they changed the format to be more pc and lost the fact that the most interesting thing about the murders was the incredibly interesting and parially bizarre characters (inbreeding?) and weird ways of killing someone (blue cheese caves, iron maiden) in order to become more modern. And apparently I was right. there is now a new dog.
ha ha. You make the cultural, historical religiously induced traditions look as crazy as they are. 🙂
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Thanks. When you live here long enough, it becomes a matter of survival.
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