(Le Cirque du Paradis first broadcast on Resonance 104.4 fm 26 April 2005)
Written by Noel Macken Bobol Mark Rathmell Blabla Noel Macken The Dragonman Mark Rathmell Narrator Brian Coleman Music Giles Hearn and Mark Rathmell
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Waltz
BlaBla: It’s a game, a charade, a façade; a depressingly long interminable Time consuming day indeed; to have to play this abominable game in the name of civilization. Bobol: Let’s enter the arena with a smile. BlaBla: What good will it do? Bobol: Drink! BlaBla: Drink? BlaBla takes the bottle and drinks a good slug as though trying to drown the world’s sorrows in one big swallow (passes the bottle back to Bobol) Drink! Drink! As the high priest Used to say From the high altar Get high on wine before the slaughter Bobol (takes bottle – lifts the bottle and sings in a Blues voice) It’s the axis of evil The axis of hate The axes of the Circus Master That determines our fate

Blabla: Axis of evil (pause) ………………………. A very interesting term. What is this axis you talk about? Bobol: Axis is ‘an imaginary line about which a given body or system rotates.’ BlaBla: So the “axis” is an imaginary line. ‘Imaginary, what is this imaginary thing? What do the Chambers say? Bobol: ‘Imaginary;….. existing only in the imagination;….. not real, illusory; from the verb ‘to imagine’, Latin imaginari; meaning ‘to conceive, to think, to believe falsely, to fancy, to conjecture, to suppose, to contrive or to de..vise. BlaBla (emphasizing): Existing only in the imagination, Not real, illusory, to
conceive, to believe falsely, to suppose, to conjecture?
Bobol: ‘to imagine’, meaning ‘to conjecture’. BlaBla: What do all these words mean? Words like…….. “con-jec-ture”. Bobol: Con-jecture is an opinion formed without proof. BlaBla interjects flabbergasted: ‘Without Proof?’ Bobol (exasperated sighs loudly); An opinion formed on slight or defective evidence or none… at… all. A guess – to guess BlaBla: Stop! Stop! You’re circum-confusing me- What does all this allude to? Pause - drinks – Evil, what does evil really imply? Bobol: Evil: ‘Morally bad, wicked, causing hardship or misfortune’
Pause
Blabla: An Axis; An imaginary line, I see ……..I see an imaginary line; A line….. ……A line --- in a play. A play….I See a whole play, an imaginary play unraveling ..…. unraveling… unraveling before my very eyes…. ….. The Imagination: the ability to deal resourcefully with unexpected or unusual Circusdances. Aaah! There are many ghosts wandering the auditorium tonight. Bobol: The Power of The Imagination must only be allowed to remain in the hands of the Circus Master. He is the Omnipotent One and determines the Circusdances of the Circus. The CM keeps Time on The Great Cyclometer. We must be true Circadians. Everybody must dance to the Circus Master’s tune. Nobody in the circus will be allowed to use his or her imagination. BlaBla: You can’t use your own? You can’t fantasize? The Death …of the… Imagination.
Silence
Bobol: The Circus Master talks about facts, not assertions; evidence, not conjecture. BlaBla: They tell us that there is clinching proof that there are links between the Circus Master and the Circus.???? Bobol: So it would seem. BlaBla: Is the infrastructure of concealment, deception and intimidation common in all circuses?

Bobol: Obsolete academic analysis would make it seem so. BlaBla: Plagiarism……Isn’t the situation scandalous? Bobol: The Circus Master is having immediate inquiries made with intelligence to clarify the situation. Blabla: Ah! Wholesale deception …..a nice farrago of half-truths? How can the Circus Master be trusted? Bobol: You’re too sensitive, you’re suffering from compassion fatigue; you need some healthy desensitization treatment; study rape, take your pill. Bobol throws another knife aggressively at the board. BlaBla: There are many jinns haunting the circus. Bobol: You’re hallucinating again; images, apparitions, jinns all the same things the results of an over active imagination. You know the rules, you know what the CM. says. You must believe, you must never ……(growls) Imagine. BlaBla: a strange state of affairs or More aptly: strange affairs of states (Pauses taking - a - long - deep – drink) There’s a lot of ghostly specters Walking the tight-rope Dancing the Circusdance In the Dark Bobol: Do not be impatient my friend, do not despair, it will all become crystal clear in the course of the play. Blabla: The play?
(very slowly)
Bobol; Play for time Blabla: Play the fool Bobol: Fair play Blabla: Foreplay Bobol: Stop play Blabla: In play Bobol: Out of play Blabla: Play your card Bobol: Playing for very high stakes, Blabla: The play of the imagination Bobol: There’s too much playback Blabla: There’s too much play Bobol: Never play down the impotence of this play. Blabla: Are you feeling playful? Bobol: Are you going to play along Blabla: Play out your…. fantasy? Bobol: Are you going to play up? Blabla: It’s your… turn…. To…. Play Bobol: Do you like the play of light on the water? Blabla: Is there going to be a play-off?

Bobol: Is this a play on words or a play in words? Blabla: Who is the playwright of this play and who says they’re right? Bobol: Are you play-acting? Blabla: Are you my playmate? Bobol: Is this play/time? Blabla: Time for play Bobol: Your play Blabla: My play? Bobol: Play on! Both: Plaaaaaaay. Narrator: The world is in a whirl, driven by spin; lies woven out of fine wires enmeshing us all: Blabla: It’s the innocent that are doomed Bobol: In times like these Blabla: The world’s in a spin Bobol: Conjecture with conviction Blabla: Convince there is reason Bobol: To question is treason Blabla: To kill is to love Bobol: Torture liberation. Bobol: We are the Civilized world. We must frighten the audience into submission. BlaBla: Civilized, what do the Chambers say? Bobol: Civilized, adjective; advanced beyond the primitive state; refined in interests and tastes, sophisticated, self-controlled and well spoken. BlaBla: Ah A! Aren’t we the cradle of Civilization, our Circus Master is sophisticated, self-controlled and well spoken? Our torture manual does not include rape! Bobol takes a drink: Your health! BlaBla (singing as though incantation-Dancing): Your health? Slainte Mon sante Monsanito My sanity Hail-i-Burton Full of disgrace Hollow is thy Name. Death will follow thee into the valley of darkness and shame

My world In decay My sophisticated Leaders Are driving Me astray. Bobol (drinking a toast): To Freedom and Democracy Bobol: Why did you become a clown? BlaBla: I became a clown because I like making people happy. We clown because we like clowning. At least we are not torturing, maiming or killing people. Bobol: Did you seek asylum from the ‘real world’ in the circus? BlaBla: Ah asylum! I hoped for asylum. I hoped for a sanctuary from the mayhem and madness that lay elsewhere in the world. My father was a clown and his father before him. But I can’t go on clowning; …I no longer make people laugh. All I can see are news flashes of wars, torture, starvation and rape in every corner of the world. The circus is now an indiscriminate torture center. We are expected to carry out torture. I’ve been given the ‘wake up call’ but I refuse to torture…… I prefer…. to ….slee-e-e-e-eeeeeep. Bobol: Always follow your leader, The True Cyclopath! BlaBla: What is a leader? Bobol: A leader is a man who has followers, a father figure…. Blabla: A man? Bobol: A man!… He is a man of thought and of action. We must commemorate our deepest admiration, affection and gratitude for our Circus Master who has led our circus into a brilliant higher sphere, perfected the Orb, with his strata spheres of influence. He has earned recognition…. He is a true circus-builder….a man of our Times. BlaBla: Ah: I see; a man with many friends in high places.
Bobol: He has many friends. BlaBla: What is freedom?
Bobol: The Circus symbolizes freedom. When you believe in the Circus Master then you are truly free. The C.M. is the quintessential Circus Leader, a true titan of industry, full of passion and enthusiasm. He is a Grea-a-t Man, a Grea-a-t Man . He portrays great “manhood and chivalry”. He was a born fuhrer, a very charismatic figure. He is a super C.M. He forces us to work twelve-hour days and more. One of his many mantras is that we will reach our goal only if we muster all our powers in a total effort. He has the “unifying voice”. He is the New Circus for better or worse. He wants to have all circuses under one big top. This is what he calls Big Top Politics. We must have faith in his fantasies. Nothing brings a CM. more prestige than great campaigns. The CM. always Acts .. very morally, very correctly. He has told us many times that if we have faith in the new circus that we will be famous and our memory eternal. Blabla: Infamous, Infernal, a Circus in a state of chaos. Everybody trembles before the C.M. Bobol: To tremble is to be full of awe. Blabla: Don’t you mean fear?

Haven’t other circuses been burned to the ground?
Pause
What is the New Circus? Bobol: The C.M is not given to giving the Circus people explanations The Time is marching on with the New Circus, it cannot wait for question and answer sessions. You must learn to accept, Stop asking questions, have faith! BlaBla: My Fate, Have Faith. Have Faith, My Fate. Narrator: Bobol is moving across the stage in a very exhausted manner with his Seufzertache / his ‘case of sighs’, containing his nurture/torture equipment of knives, ropes etc. He takes out of the case a yellow rubber blob with a hole in the middle that looks like a child’s toy and starts to play with it. This is his information extraction torture tool. Bobol: The New Circus is prospering, our Geschaftsfuhrer, our great leader, is a magnificently, manipulative man. There is no time for feelings, sentiment or reminiscing in the New Circus. BlaBla: He certainly is a manipulative man. Bobol: For the CM tough decisions mean tough decisions. He is driven by “evangelical certainty”. The CM has absolutely no doubt that intelligence is genuine. BlaBla: Today there seems to be an over riding culture of arrogance in the Circus. Where does the CM come from?
Pantomime style
Bobol: They say his granddaddy was a foreigner. Blabla: A Foreigner? Bobol: They say his granddaddy was a foreigner Blabla: A Foreigner? A Foreigner? Both: A Foreigner A Foreigner They say his granddaddy was a foreigner Bobol: the CM tells us that we have lost the grand narratives; that he must invent more. We must entertain and alleviate the tedium of the majority’s mundane existence. It’s clear and irrefutable; we must all back Modernisation. We must play our parts in the dumbing-down. People must be addressed in circumlocution so everything will be oblique and nobody will understand anything. People must be taught to circumambulate; to avoid the point and prevaricate in order to create a more powerful CM and a more powerful Circus. Circular triangles are barred from the circus. We must teach people to accept the Circus as it is now, totally circular. The Circus World is being re-mapped. We are the Great Circumnavigators, circumventing the world. This is the Great Circumvolution. We are taking part in the act of turning, winding, spinning around the central axis; we must allow ourselves be sucked in by the vortex. BlaBla: The Vortex!………..A space ship went down in Texas.

Bobol throws another knife: We Must Talk in Circles; Never Talk in Tangents! BlaBla (aside): The human mind thinks in tangents. Surely there are no acceptable levels of casualties in the circus? Bobol: This Circus, the Circus Master’s circus is a beacon to the world. The CM believes that if he shows weakness now that no one will ever believe him when he wants to show strength in the future. The Circus Master has pledged to re-order the circus. Our Circus Master is moral and self-righteous. Even the media say he is “extraordinarily courageous” and are willing to back him all the way. The CM considers it to be “folly and weakness” not to contest the detestable state of the old circus that allows the circus to run merely as an entertainment enterprise and envisions a time when all the big retail chains and fast food chains will be competing to be part of the circus. The CM wants 100 per cent compliance, anything less…. Will…. Not…. Do. BlaBla: A 100 Per Cent Compliance! The CM likes to occupy the ‘High Moral Ground’ all round. Bobol: I stand by the totality - of what - the Circus – Master- says. ….. (throwing knives at target- BlaBla moving jerkily, nervously): You’ve got three weeks left to learn to stand still. BlaBla (Aside/talking about a Rubens painting): Minerva Protects Pax from Mars. Bobol: The Circus Master is determined to go to war on the circus to secure the peace. BlaBla: Ahh! That auld coconut and how is the circus bounce? Bobol: As the Circus Master categorically states He must “do the right thing”. BlaBla: There seems an omnipresent threat of intervention in today’s unbalanced, unipolar Circus. Do you think that the circus master will receive the peace prize? Bobol: The Circus Master’s reign will be continuous, universal and indefinite in duration. Total control enthralls our good leader; it sets his juices flowing. BlaBla: Is that a smoking gun I see before me or is it smoke coming out your ears? Is this a Robert Louis Stevenson moment? Can you change from being a dove to a hawk overnight? Beware of the rogues! Where does it all stop? Alien voice: Why…. are humans so.. self-destructive.. and suffer.. from such.. an over- riding… apocalyptic urge? Blabla (to himself): I’m hearing voices again…….alien voices. Bobol (throwing another knife): All leaders love to play the war game. BlaBla: Play the game. Play…The Game. Please don’t play anymore of your dirty tricks; I don’t want anymore of your deceptions. Bobol: It stops when the threat to the Circus is fully and properly dealt with. BlaBla: Didn’t the C.M. have the Crazy Lady with the handbag to dinner? Bobol: You’re not funny, you’re supposed to be humorous, comical, a source of amusement, enjoyment and diversion. BlaBla (standing with his back to the target); There’s not much to be funny about from where I see it.

Bobol: You need to lighten up, make people laugh or you won’t get paid. We’re in the funny business, this is The Circus, We Must - Entertain. (Shouting) Stand Still! I must hit my target. BlaBla: I’ve been gagged, bound, hooded and beaten; I don’t think that’s funny. Bobol: You’re very fickle. If you don’t make people laugh you will be thrown into the cage again. Remember the old maxim; “for those who are not laughing with us are laughing against us. (aside They are considered enemy combatants, not playing the game)………(throwing more knives): I’m upping the ante to weaken your defences. There will be sporadic attacks, I’m increasing the intensity, the energy. You will face war on two fronts; you will be under fire from me but you will also have an enormous internal battle which we will win because eventually we will break you down and you will be totally – under – our - control. (throws another Knife). Do you, BlaBla, believe in hegemony and everything it represents? BlaBla: I believe… in hedging my bets. Bobol: You need to be more responsible. I am one of the ‘responsible men’, see how I hold this knife, steady as a rock. See!! BlaBla: You look responsible – you like to circumflex your muscles- but can I trust you? Bobol (throws the knife barely hitting the target): I have all the knives, you have none; that’s the Grand Strategy, I am one of the decision makers in the world. You, on the other hand, are a mere pawn, a mere G.I. clown, a Circus serf. I am well in with the Circus Master. We, the performers, must know our roles. Some make the decisions while others, my friend, are soft targets. You are a buffoon, a lowly clown, while I have acquired a skill, a respectable profession; I am an honorable knife thrower. I’ve been indoctrinated, I’ve been to the School of The Circuses, passed my SATS and understand the importance of status. There are too many proliferators in the circus. Contemporary democracy dictates that - the minority, the wealthy, - must be protected - against the majority, - the poor. Do you have any hope? BlaBla: I am still hopeful.. Bobol. I am …hopeful. I have rights. Bobol: But you have no knifes. The Circus Master is the leader of the New Enlightened Circus. People with skills are given preferential treatment in the new circus. The Circus Master needs people that are committed to his strategy. The goal of the Imperial Grand Strategy is to prevent any challenge to the ‘Power, Position and Prestige’ of the circus internationally. He likes his Executive, of which I am a member. He demands a circus of---- - Excellence. BlaBla: You can plant a flag on the moon but you can never own it. Bobol: An invasion of the circus is imminent. BlaBla: Is that why the Circus Master is employing Sinister Security Services, his own private mercenary army? Bobol: You need to stand tall, are you standing tall BlaBla? BlaBla (attempting to stand tall): Yes….. I’m …..standing ……Taaaaaaaaaaall. Bobol: Good! BlaBla; I think you are a danger to my world. Bobol: On the contrary, I’m protecting it. As long as you and the audience are living in fear there will be no cause for humanitarian intervention.

Is there anyone in the audience that would like to throw a knife? Remember, your job is always on the line. Never cross the line. Never! – Never – Question! You’re lucky to have a job. Put down that wine. (Another knife flies.) The Circus Master is making the circus a safer and better place. The Circus Master will enforce his just demands on the circus. I must follow the Circus Master’s orders. My, throwing knives at you is legitimate. You must not disagree with me. If you were to die, I would choose another clown, a more obedient clown. The single, most important question is, will you accept me.. throwing knives.. at you? BlaBla: I am singularly and overwhelmingly opposed to you throwing knives at me ..but ….. I must live. Bobol: I must do my job. I am only following orders. BlaBla: Why don’t we have animals in the circus anymore? Bobol: The animals are all extinct, the Circus Master never liked animals. BlaBla: Why do you always brandish your knives so proudly? Bobol (sharpening knives- Sounds): So people get the message; I may be a clown but I am also in the Circus Master’s Inner Circle, therefore I am lethal. BlaBla: You’re dangerous all right. Bobol (throwing knives at various objects.) BlaBla: What if you hit a member of the audience? Bobol: Collateral damage, BlaBla, covered by insurance. BlaBla: Ah Yes! Injuring…. the….. Innocent. Bobol: The show must go on. BlaBla: Yes! The Show! The Show! The Show! Surely the Circus Master’s ambition is a threat to the whole of the circus? Bobol: The Circus Master intends to rule the circus permanently. I consider myself to be his own personal bulldog. BlaBla: The Circus Master has the whip. Bobol: What’s that? BlaBla: Nothing! Bobol: That’s what I like to hear. BlaBla (muttering to himself): Maybe I should get myself a knife but I hate violence. (to the audience – Surely, you, the audience, do not want to see mindless, gratuitous violence perpetrated by heartless bullies. Surely you would not consider that entertainment. Bobol: Our great Circus Master is the great Mover and Shaker of the modern era. It won’t be Circus party time anymore, he likes it ‘One man, One Big Top, One Circus’ and I agree with him. The C.M. is already in an ugly mood. He will give the audience what he sees fit. We must frighten the audience into submission. (From offstage, the powerful booming voice of the Circus Master): Where are the clowns? (Both Singing) The clowns are everywhere.

Some dressed in suits, some dressed as soldiers. Some dancing the Circusdance in the theatre of war Some in the asylum, the system pushed them too far. BlaBla: This is Big Top Politics, this is the lion’s den, this is Circa-geddon. Or is it more like a ship of fools? I don’t know anything anymore. All I hear are lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, damned detestable lies.
Silence
I’d like to swim in the bath of Venus one more time.
Silence
Bobol: The Circus Master’s reign will not be over for some time. (Bobol throws another knife.)
Silence
BlaBla: Why do you always have to make war on me? Why am I such an easy target”? Why don’t I have a suit of armour to protect me from your knives? Armour Amour Armour Bobol: Someone sold your suit of armour. In any case it is imperative that you live in fear. You might be deemed as subversive if you were not submissive at all times and we would not like to see you get locked up now would we? Subjugation is the new education. The interests of the Circus must march onwards, we profit from the circulation and propagation of fear. BlaBla: I am circumfused. I am surrounded by a dark shadow of doubt. Bobol: You must never look at your own shadow or anybody else’s, they, too, are images. You must shake off your shadow. Blabla: Are you, our ever-patient audience circumfused? Is this going to end up a - freak show? Bobol: The Circus Master wants the circus to be a Circus of Excellence, Un Cirque Par Excellence. BlaBla: I thought the CM. hated French. Bobol: He does now. BlaBla: The big fishes eat the little fishes yet again. Bobol: We are entering a noble phase in the Circus Blabla, you must appear radiant and be proud to be part of the circus. You must keep the faith. Always believe in the one true circus. There are members of this circus who are paranoid and conspiratorial and want to overthrow the Circus Master-- Do not associate with these people. --This must not happen. If you associate with these people you will be deemed AC-Anti-Circus, and as an AC activist you will have no rights and be deemed an insurgent. BlaBla: But I love the Circus. Bobol: Well then never criticize it. The Circus Master makes the rules, it is up to us to abide by them. You, Blabla, behave like you are a little child and require a stiff, authoritative hand. Although I am fond of you and we have worked together for many years, I still need to

keep you in line. I am your line manager. It is I who will be assessing the “key performance indicator targets”. I’ve got a new ‘special relationship’ with the Circus Master; I’m one of his newly appointed lieutenants, a Performance Manager. BlaBla: What, you clean up his mess? Bobol: We are all assessed on how we perform. It is my job to observe you and report back to the Circus Master. BlaBla: It is good to see that you are capable of a “circularised and cyclological’ approach to everything. Bobol: Never speak in that cynical fashion. Always be cyclical in your thinking, never cynical. I am now part of the Circuit Board, Never be a Circuit Breaker! Sometimes I wonder if You are a major security threat. BlaBla: But I don’t have any knives. Bobol: Never-the-Less! Never-the-Less (spoken slowly and emphatically) Sometimes I wonder whether or not we will have to make an example of you (more or less talking to himself) Sometimes you don’t seem to follow The True Cyclopath. Sometimes I can read your mind; you are thinking in tangents; You are thinking: ‘Regime change, regime change, regime change!’ That’s an extremely dangerous way of thinking, don’t forget, the Circus has many eyes, The Circus has many mouths. The Circus… has…many… ears. . Blabla: I have lived too many years. I have been lied to too many times. I have cried too… many… tears. Bobol: Only those that are true to the Circus Master survive. The C.M has total respect for the truth. BlaBla (weakly): He appears blinded by it.
Silence
Bobol: The CM loves PPP; this is crucially about people- having the CM’’s circularized people in place and keeping them in place. You must always behave in a decent, civilized, circularized, well-rounded manner. Think circinately. You must have total respect for the CM. BlaBla (perplexed and sad, somewhat sarcastic): Yes Bobol, thank you, you are very kind.
Silence
BlaBla: Isn’t the Circus Master suffering from Circosis? Bobol: Are you implying that the CM’s contact with reality has become highly distorted? The CM is The Great Axle without whom the wheel of progress would not turn. BlaBla: Is this play going to be a redemptive play? I’ve been on the Catherine wheel long….. enough. Bobol: No, I don’t think there is going to be any redemption. BlaBla: Does the Circus Master believe in fumigation? Bobol: He believes in keeping the Circus clean. BlaBla: There are rumours that there are other circuses.

Bobol: There is only one True Circus and I stand by the totality of everything “It” …. represents.
Silence
BlaBla: So the Doomsday Clock is…… ticking? Bobol: The doomsday Clock is ticking all right. The Circlometer measures Time. BlaBla: Where is Arkle Arkhipov when we need him? Bobol: Enough of that, everything is cyclological, it’s a cyclological world. We are on the side of good… naturally; Our Circus Master would never lie to us. Either you move with the Circus or you stay behind. Either you are in The Circle or outside The Circle. This Big Top has to be sanitized, circularised. There’s talk of ‘Operation Goose’ going ahead. BlaBla: ‘Operation Goose’? Goosey Goosey Gander, the mind’s not allowed to wander. Up-stairs, Down-stairs, end up in the Horror Chamber. ‘Operation Goose’? Bobol: Yes, ‘Operation Goose’; any dissenting voices will be destroyed with speed, force and determination. BlaBla: Isn’t that a bit.. severe? Bobol: It is justified! BlaBla (both singing Neo Con): Ahhh! Justification, Modernization, Democratization, Liberation, Dam-Nation, Damn Neo-Circularization! Neo Con, Neo Con, Neo Con, Con, Con, Neo Con, Neo Con, Neo Con, Damn Neo-Circularization! Bobol: The Circus Master knows the Truth (spoken slowly, soberly, somberly) You know that one day our Circus Master will get a Nubile Circus Prize. BlaBla: That’s bloody Dynamite! Heil Circus Master, stone monuments, effigies, acid rain, and fetid fish. Bobol: Be careful, an economic war may be waged against you; your wages may be docked. BlaBla: I get little wages. Bobol: Food sanctions may be imposed. The Circus Master is all powerful; no two bit clown like you should dare defy his omni-potence. BlaBla (sarcastically): I am rendered impotent. Bobol: What is the cardinal rule of the School of the Circuses? Blabla (Slowly, painfully, almost like a robot): Always obey your Circus Master or you will be subjected to severe punishment. Your Circus Master is – always - right. Bobol: Never dare to speak out; you are voiceless. You are a clown. The Circus master believes that there abides a cancer here in the Circus. He believes the cancer must be cut out, amputated (throws another knife).

The Circus Master is the Defender of the Free Circus; he is the Great Liberator. He is a great father figure. (Bobol starts to sing: ‘Faith of Our Fathers, living Still, We will be true to thee till death, We will be true to thee till death.’ BlaBla joining in, they march around the stage in military fashion. BlaBla: Why not form a caucus? Bobol: It’s not up to us to form a caucus. Bobol (with great feeling): You know BlaBla, sometimes you’re a soft target. Our Circus Master is committed to the truth. You must feel a deep sense of shame to question our great leader. You must always show you share the same values as the Circus Master, He’s the man with the plan. BlaBla: At one time the circus was a refuge, an asylum, for the alienated, the marginalized, the despised, the Outsider. Bobol: The Circus Master is on a New Crusade for the democratization of The New Circus; he gives you a choice of jobs and you do the job he tells you to do. BlaBla: There must be another Circus. Bobol: What’s that? BlaBla: Nothing! Bobol: Keep saying It - and plenty of It. BlaBla: Is this a comedy? Bobol: No, we must take it seriously, we are professional performers, not vagabonds. [Bobol throwing knives at target in a terrible fury.] Bobol: Remember ‘Operation Just Cause’. BlaBla: We seem to live in perpetual fear. There are reports of excess knives been thrown in the Circus. [a large canon goes off in the background] Bobol: Our Great Circus Master is very zealous and very evangelical, he is never wrong. The Circus Master has accumulated lots of information on every individual in the circus. He can find no traces of excess knives been thrown? We must be patient! We – must - be - patient! BlaBla (spoken very slowly): I might resign from the circus. They say that there is water on the red planet, . Mars, god of war, maybe the Circus Master should live on it How did our great Circus Master get into power? Is this the end? Oh Khronus! Is this our final hour? Bobol: Our great Circus Master knows how to wield a whip. You might not like what the Circus Master does but he’ll do it anyway. He, Our Great Master, won’t shrink from using force. BlaBla: The circus was once owned by the Fellinis and their extended family, of which, we were all considered a part of.

Bobol: Don’t talk idealistically, this is not a time for idealism and reminiscing; the C.M. does not like it. The circus is a safer place because of his use of force. BlaBla: The circus would be a safer place without the CM.; he seems to be creating a lot of enemies. Bobol: Our Circus Master has a great thrust, he is robust, he is aggressive; he knows what is good for us. In Him we must trust. BlaBla: Don’t we all hate each other now? Bobol: No, we are just afraid of each other, it’s healthier and safer that way. Do not despair; it is better to live in fear. The Circus Master never shrinks from using force. The Circus still battles against the insurgents. Look at the Great Circus Flag Unfurled The Circus must expand- Full Spectrum Domination. The Circus must rule the world. BlaBla: Who owns the Circus now? Bobol: The Circus Master is Director General of the circus of course. He’s thinking of putting it under Marshall Law. BlaBla: Is the audience all armed? Are you an armed audience? Are you an alarmed audience? Do you know… The…. Truth? Bobol: Look for yourself, that’s the times we’re living in. The Times. Everybody carries machine guns and wears body ar/mour. It’s a perfect permanent emergency. BlaBla (slowly, sadly): Armour Amour Armour What is all the Fighting for? Narrator: The fighter jets don’t stop rehearsing for the big battle. Once it was the soldiers marching incessantly in the streets that signified a coming war now it’s the interminable fighter jets rupturing, what was once the silent, tranquil skies. They seem to be using the Big Top for target practice. BlaBla: Is the Circus Master protecting the Circus by propagating fear? Bobol: There are certain undesirables the CM won’t allow into the circus, he considers them; alien, evil, uncivilized, unworthy of the Circus. This is the greatest Circus in the world and we.. must.. be.. the.. greatest.. performers. BlaBla: Does that make us the most.. competent clowns? Bobol: This play is too explicit; it is too sad, this is supposed to be a comedy. What is the band playing? Blabla: The Last Circus Waltz. (music playing softly in the background- create a very sad waltz with strings/ church organ/ a lot of crashing cymbals);

BlaBla: Do not worship any graven images. Who is listening to us now’ Is the auditorium bugged? Have we been infiltrated? There are many ghosts in this circus, many people were tortured in this arena, many people fell off the wire. Many people died in this Big Top in the last circumvolution. Narrator : The Circus Provisional Authority, (the CPA), has ordered the Circus Health Ministry to stop collecting statistics on civilian deaths.
It is a regrettable necessity that civilians should die.
Bobol: One must believe in the Holy Ghost of the Circus. BlaBla: The Flying Ergo. What’s holy about torture? Tortured souls don’t enlighten me. Bobol: You must Keep The Faith, “Ten La Fe”, as the old Jesuit did say. The Circus Master aims to rid the circus of evil-doers, that is his mission. The CM always says that we must fight ‘the evil scourge of dissident voices within the Circus. In the good old days the dissidents were thrown to the lions. The opposition is a ‘plague spread by depraved opponents of the circus and what it represents. This is an attack on civilization itself’. This is mirrorism; an attempt at aping our civilization and our civilized circus. BlaBla: What is this mirrorism that you speak about Bobol? Bobol: Mirrorism is what our leaders declare it to be. There shall be no evildoers in the circus. BlaBla: What is an evildoer? Bobol: The Circus Master determines what is evil. It is anybody who apes him and his methods of control. He knows the difference between good and evil because he has seen evil’s face. BlaBla: Has he looked in the mirror? Bobol (angry): His philosophy is that ‘aggressive leaders cannot be appeased or ignored. They must always be opposed. Mirrors must be prohibited from the circus. Blabla: Aggressive leaders, Aggressive leaders, Aggressive leaders…..
Silence BlaBla: BlaBlath isn’t my real name you know!
Bobol: It’s the name I have always known you as. The Circus gave you your name. The Circus branded you BlaBlath! Your brand and your image now belongs to the circus. Never look into a mirror! Never possess a mirror! You must never reminisce, you must never reflect. Anybody that spends any time looking into a mirror will be considered a mirrorist. Self-reflection and introspection shall be eternally denounced with Circus bell, book and candle and replaced by circuspection. Always be cautious, prudent and discreet. Your image, therefore your identity and your entire personality, is owned by the circus. You must see everything cycloptically, monochromatically. The Circus has been circumscribed ….Mirrors are prohibited. The vulgar word Mirror comes from the Latin mirari to wonder at.

Nobody in the circus will be allowed to “wonder at” anything. The time for “wondering at” is over. There’ll be no symmetry, mirror or otherwise, allowed into the circus. The Circus must be unipolar. BlaBla (softly): We once had a mirror ball. Bobol: There’ll be no.. more.. mirror.. balls. BlaBla: Once I could choose my own mask and put it on myself and be part of the masquerade. Bobol: You don’t want to rebel; we’ve been together for a long time, you don’t want to be a fallen angel. The Circus Master always imposes his will. Just follow him, he is The Good Shepherd. BlaBla (growling): Like lambs to the slaughter Both (with very music hall accents): Fill the world with laughter With laughter, with laughter, with laughter, Ignore all the torture The torture, the torture, the torture, Never send your son or daughter Your Daughter, Your Daughter, Your Daughter, But take us - to - the - slaughter The slaughter, the slaughter, the slaughter, Fill the world with laughter With laughter, with laughter, with laughter, Fill the world with laughter Then take us - to - the - slaughter The Slaughter, The Slaughter, Then take us - to - the - slaughter
Silence
BlaBla: I seem to be following you for more hours everyday and we still seem to be going nowhere. Bobol: When we are going round in circles we are behaving in a very circotic way and that’s how the CM likes us to behave. Our great leaders want us to be moving all the time and standing tall. BlaBla: Oxymoronic, moving all the time and standing tall. Standing Tall Before The Fall. BlaBla ( hurdy-gurdy music on bull horn):
hurdy-gurdy music
Welcome to the circus of earthly delights Where the real becomes surreal and The surreal becomes more surreal. Bobol: Salutations, congratulations

You are playing The great wheel of Miss Fortune, You are dancing The Great Reel of life Both: Where everyone suffers On the Catherine Wheel of Strife. Bobol: We must never criticize the circus, the Circus Master is always right. Our good leader is omniscient and omnipotent. We must follow his.. creed, his.. doctrines, which is what is now commonly known as.. Circuscism. Always concentrate, be.. centripetal at all times, never.. centrifugal. The Circus has been..circumscribed. ….ultimately there is only one.. center, a.. concentration center. BlaBla: Why… am… I… always…. hungry? Bobol: Because ..you are lazy. BlaBla: Why am I afraid of the power of the Circus Master? Bobol: Because ..you are weak. BlaBla: The CM has powerful weapons, he will never disarm. He is constantly threatening and beating us down. Bobol: He threatens and beats us to liberate us. This is the new democracy. Remember It; It is for your own good. BlaBla: What’s this worst-case scenario that he is always going on about? Bobol: He says that, with modernization, there might come a time when there will be no need for clowns in the circus, no need for laughter in the world. Computers don’t understand laughter. BlaBla: But you are our performance manager and a clown, surely you will defend us. Bobol: I must do what is best for the circus. Alas, I am only in middle management, a mere sheepdog for The Good Shepherd. He whistles and I run. I too sometimes beat you but I must follow orders. The old circus is now finished, we must embrace change, we must embrace modernization; there is only one master and only one future. BlaBla (under his breath): We must embrace the snake that is poisoning ussssssssss. Bobol: Our Circus Master knows what is best for us and the Circussssssss. BlaBla: But he won’t listen to advice, the circus is falling apart, there is no good will left. Everybody is too busy looking out for their own performance than to care for the safety and well being of the other members of the circus. Once we all pulled together, okay we had our differences but we got through. Now we are all afraid of the new Circus Master and the new regime. Bobol: Fear keeps us on our toes. BlaBla: Tripping over ourselves. Bobol: We must accept our roles in the circus. The CM cracks the whip, we obey. One Big Top, One Man with a Plan, One Master. BlaBla (Playing The Fool): We’re in a spin, We’re in a spin, You got to get the Head Shrink in. ……Surely the more the CM beats us the more we will be inclined to hit back. Surely

his sense of Circus adventurism has gone too far. Bobol: The CM’s friends own the media; the media create public opinion. The audience is programmed to enjoy the circus. Their lives mean….. nothing. The lives of their families mean….. nothing. The lives of the various characters in the soaps mean….. everything. It is how we perform that counts not what we perform. We are part of the dumbing-down process. There has to be accountability. The Cyclo-computers must be fed statistics. The statistics must be kept centrally. Every pimple and blemish on our bodies must be accounted for. BlaBla: D’NA understand. What do you think the audience has got to say? (BlaBla addresses the audience in a despairing voice) What are you thinking? What do you say? Can you think for yourselves or are you also being conditioned, indoctrinated, to believe in…. Reality TV? Bobol (intervenes): The audience has been brought up on a healthy diet of soap operas, Reality TV and daytime television for the unemployed, elderly and infirm. Market research tells us that currently home makeovers and cookery programs are still very popular. BlaBla: Anyway this play is being broadcast on Radio. Bobol: The C.M. hates radio; his well-practiced smile and hand gestures are redundant on the radio. BlaBla, what do you expect this audience to think? Are they under the Circus Master’s control too? Bobol (very slowly): Indirectly, one way or the other, we are all under the CM’s control. BlaBla: But the audience can leave the circus? Bobol: Nobody can leave the circus; Where.. can.. they.. go? BlaBla: Home? Bobol: Their homes have been infiltrated; the people are indoctrinated, they are Cyclo conditioned. This is the Cyclonic effect; everyone is sucked in. BlaBla (loudly, desperately- to the audience): Is there anybody out there that understands? Is there anybody out there that knows what’s going on? Are you all suffering from cycloptic vision? All they were singing was - Give – War – A - Chance! They have lied to us, They have lied to us, They have lied… to…. us, They will – lie – a..gain! Bobol: There are many people hearing but they can’t listen There are many people watching but they can’t see The audience is powerless, they believe the blurb on the billboards. They believe that this is a happy circus. They want it to be a…. happy Circus. It is the ‘philosophy of futility’. It would appear foolish and futile to question the Circus and the rights of the individual members. You are a very junior member of the Circus, and as such, have no rights. The audience, as consumers, have the right to be entertained. We are the entertainers, it is our

duty to entertain the audience; not discuss ethics. You must never forget that you are expendable. We, mere entertainers, are all expendable. BlaBla: But you just said that the audience can’t listen. Bobol: They hear what we are saying but they don’t take it in; they watch our movements but they don’t see how we feel. We must keep moving or we won’t get paid, make it appear that we are enjoying this. BlaBla: It’s all superficial, a masquerade, a façade! And this, don’t forget, is… radio. Bobol: We are clowns. BlaBla: We are human beings with feelings. Bobol: We are clowns, we must hide our feelings behind the mask. Above all we must make the audience laugh. We.. are.. clowns. BlaBla: What about the bystanders? Bobol: Shoot the bystanders! BlaBla: They are innocent. Bobol: They cannot hide behind the mask of innocence; they are in the way. BlaBla (in a voice of desperation): Maybe the audience should act, Do Something! Bobol: If they act they will be punished. BlaBla(singing the blues): This is the wheel of cyclical pain, This is the wheel of cyclical shame Bobol: BlaBla! you are dependent on the Circus Master for your survival, you should be grateful. Fortunately the Circus Master does rule the circus with an iron fist; this is the new norm. You had better get used to it. The Circus Master believes in force. BlaBla (both standing stock-still facing East as though facing the rising sun in all it’s magnificent glory). There is talk of another, more powerful Circus rising up in the East. Bobol: There is only one True Circus and we are its players. It is our duty to make the world happy. BlaBla (spoken very softly): But we’re not happy. Bobol: We must pretend to be happy. The Circus Master always wants us to look…. happy. BlaBla looks dejected: CyclOOOOOOOOOOOps! CyclOOOOOOOOOOOps! Cy- clOOOOOOOOOOOps! Bobol (exasperated): Sometimes you behave like you are a juvenile enemy combatant. You must realize that change is inevitable, we must evolve; this…. Is…..Progress. BlaBlath: I can’t breathe…… Once we put the Big Top up in green, lush fields with meadow flowers, among beautiful oak, elm, beech and chestnut trees, beside fresh fast flowing rivers, with clean gushing sparkling water, and we drank straight from the stream. We enjoyed watching the play …of sunlight on the water and the silhouette…. of the moon shimmering silver on the lake’s surface like a looking glass….(then suddenly

getting angry). Now we put the Big top up on concrete, on a de-contaminated gas works….. I can’t see the sky. I can’t ….- breeeeeathe. Bobol: This is Progress, Modernization, The Circotic-Computer Generation. It is not real if it is not virtual. Nature can be recreated, enhanced by circotic computers. BlaBla: I was misconceived (born at the wrong time?). Maybe we were all mis/con/ceived. Bobol: I have never lied to you. BlaBla: You have never told the truth. Bobol: The truth comes in many guises. BlaBla (getting angry): You are always in dis/guise. You aren’t even an honest clown. You thrive on subjugating and humiliating me. You steal my voice, you suppress my passion. Bobol: I must do my duty. I am part of the system. I must follow orders. I must do my job. BlaBla (slightly losing his head): Orders! Orders! Orders bedamned, haven’t you ever lived? Bobol: This is The New Circus Order, The New Circotic Order. I have always followed orders. BlaBla: And I have always suffered under them. Bobol: Do you think you need a holiday to Namo Bay? BlaBla: Is It a Bad News Day? Is this my Auto de Fe (‘trial of faith’)? Narrator: Bobol throws more knives, with each throw, his aggression increases. BlaBla: Your violence is like a virus, the more knives you throw at me, the more angry I become. Violence breeds violence; contempt, contempt. Bobol: The Circus master has liberated you, he has given you your freedom. BlaBla: What freedom? [Bobol throws another knife] Bobol: The Circus Master wants to enforce peace on the circus. BlaBla: Ah Yes! The Great Peace Enforcer. Bobol: As the Great Liberator says; “There is no telling how many years it will take to secure freedom/peace/absolute control in the Circus.” The CM values me as council. The International Circus Community is beginning to see you as a threat to circus security. The CM wants to sell a positive image of the circus. He needs to be able to portray a united front to the world. He wants the world to realize that there is harmony in the circus. BlaBla: But there is no harmony in the circus at this moment in time. Bobol: That is irrelevant, as long as the world gets the impression that there is harmony then Circus shares stay strong. The leading investors are very proud of what the CM has achieved in a very short time. We must all stay ‘ON MESSAGE’ BlaBla: Ah! The Mess Age! My role in all this is… unclear. Bobol: Your role is simple.. and.. circulatory. You are one of the performers, you must perform; you must stay on Mess-age and circulate The Mess-age.

BlaBla: The Circus Master wants to exploit our fear and deepest anguish, prejudices and paranoias. We are all marching towards the Great Abyss. I’m staring into the great …darkness, aaaah! The final.. kiss. Bobol: What do you see? BlaBla (angry): A lot of knives. I hear a lot of screaming, of horror, of torture. Bobol: It is extremely dangerous to see in this way, you must alter your vision. It is uncircotic to visualize in this manner…… ….This is a Launch-On-Warning [throws another knife].
Silence
Bobol: You could have a worse line manager. BlaBla: I could have no line manager; you rule through fear. Bobol: Fear is an essential part of the modern circus. The time is long since past when we all helped each other. BlaBla (interjecting): Those were better times. Bobol: You suffer too much from nostalgia. BlaBla (Slowly, as if in a dream): Aaaaaaah Nostalgia! – a yearning for the return of past circusdances. Yes, I would like to be able to dance, to celebrate life again. I would like to be able to see people smile genuinely again and not have to laugh because they are forced to. The Circus Master cracks his whip, we perform and the audience is conditioned to laugh……..(in contempt) You do your job for the money. Bobol: I survive, my family survive, we live in a nice caravan. Our children go to a good school, we can afford to send them to a good university….. We survive! BlaBla: But are you… happy? Do you ever get….. passionate? Bobol: Occasionally I feel passion coming on but I repress it. The Circus Master forbids…. passion. BlaBla: You were a socialist once. Bobol (very angrily): Don’t use that word, you know that It is forbidden. Management has had special training to delete that word from the lips of their underlings. We make you promises of better times ahead, a time when you will all live in bigger, privately owned caravans. You must believe in the CM not in socialism. The CM believes in the individual. BlaBla: There in lies the problem; it is only one individual who controls the Circus, the rest of us were forced and blackmailed into submission.
45 minutes to curtain - shouted loudly from offstage.
Silence
BlaBla (to the Audience): Don’t you think the CM’s ambition slightly reckless? As Moleskin Joe used to say, “the good times are ahead though we might never live to see them. Bobol: If you don’t get on with the performance I will have to dock your wages. Don’t forget with Performance Related Pay, you will only be paid on the merits of each performance. Each performance will be observed, the loudness and happiness of the

laughter monitored, recorded and a written detailed report given to the CM at the end of each performance. All of this information will be stored on the Circom-puter. BlaBla: But surely everybody has good days and bad days? Bobol: You must ensure that all your performances are good in the future. We must ensure and enforce the highest standards in the circus. BlaBla: But there are people dying in the circus each year. Bobol: They are not following instructions. There has to be an ‘overall framework of order’ in which each one of us accepts our roles. Haven’t I always been even-handed with you? BlaBla: That at least is true, you have always beaten me with both hands. Bobol: At times like this it is important to keep laughing. BlaBla: Violence is a great persuader as history demonstrates. Bobol: I think there’s been a leak in the circus. BlaBla: What, there’s a leak in the circus? Bobol: Yesss! I think the Big Top’s leaking. Somebody in Circus Authority will have to conduct an enquiry. The CM firmly denies that there has been a leak. The CM told the Truth, the CM always tells the Truth, the Wholesome Truth and nothing but the Truth. BlaBla: A Leak, a leak, The circus has a leak A leak A leak A leak And I’m Not allowed To Speak, They say I ..am.. too.. weak.. too weak. too weak No……. I’m Not allowed
To Speak
Bobol: I think you are a bit of an Alter Pitty character. BlaBla: In life the deceivers are crazier than the deceived. They end up believing in their own lies. The CM is sadly lacking in how he re….. presents the truth. Bobol: The Juggler’s job is to juggle The Dragon-man’s to breathe fire BlaBla: Why does the CM like to juggle so many balls? Bobol: Are you playing willful charades with me? BlaBla: Its all subterfuge (slowly and in a morbid air) all subterfuge. Remember the enquiry into the alleged suicide of Arco the Acrobat, the Great Sky Eagle. Bobol (exasperatedly): Allegedly! Allegedly! Allegedly! Yes! The plaintiff dared question the authority of the CM. He came off the tight rope. I took part in that enquiry, it was led by the CM himself. BlaBla: I never trust enquiries!

Bobol: Let those people who made false allegations about the integrity of the CM withdraw them. There has emphatically been no dishonourable, dishonest, underhanded behaviour executed in the circus, nobody sabotaged the said acrobat’s equipment. Arco had Cycliatric problems, he was unstable; he was not an easy man to help.
Silence
BlaBla: (dancing the condor dance): The Vultures! The Vultures! The Vultures! the bald headed eagle is about to descend yet again. Bobol: I’m saying exactly what I’m saying. In the past Arco has been accused of hostile acts against the Circus. Do you take me for your average clown? It was carefully phrased. Your questions are outside my terms of reference, they’re outside my remit. BlaBla: Didn’t the CM poison gas the circus once to subdue a recalcitrant audience? Bobol: That is written out of Circus history. You are not to talk about that, forget that ever happened. He got angry because the audience did not laugh. He still retains the right to bomb the Circus. BlaBla: Crimes for which the Circus Master is responsible…. need no enquiry? Bobol: The CM angrily denied anything to do with Arco’s death. Any evidence against him is uncorroborated. Victors do not investigate their own crimes. BlaBla: Has our great hero, the CM, a fatal… flaw, is he extremely… arrogant? How is the Circus bounce? Bobol: Jump on the trampoline and find out. BlaBla: How do I know the trampoline has not been doctored, tampered with? Bobol: Many people will be put under caravan arrest. It is not good for you to live with illusions, forget everything you read. Time started at the outset of Modernization. A big Dome was built down the river to celebrate the New Circus, One Big Top, One Circus Master. Enquiries are now obsolete and anachronistic. BlaBla: This play is Ana-Chron-istic and will always be Ana-Chron-istic. Too many masks worn round the town Too many masks worn down the clown How many times must a clown fall down? Is the Big Top wavering in the wind? Is the Big Top wavering in the wind? Both reading alternately: BlaBla: Hasn’t the Circus Master the most wonderful control freak smile Bobol; With his policy diktats sent down from on high. Blabla: Nobody can retire from being CM completely sane. Bobol: He certainly has a reckless ruling style, Blabla: He likes to rule with the whip and cane. Bobol: He can smile all the while he’s got guile.

Narrator: Paradoxically the Circus Master is in danger of destroying his legacy as he is becoming increasingly obsessed by his place in Circus circotichistory. Circulo - Circulo -Circulorum. The power in the Circus is being increasingly centralized around the CM. His position is indefensible. The Circus will surely suffer if we are all denied a sense of Circo-justice. BlaBla: CycloOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOps! Bobol: I repeat, let those who made allegations against the CM withdraw them. BlaBla: So Arco, the acrobat, was a scape….goat? Bobol: There’s always a fall guy. That was a horrific accident. You have to live in the real world. It’s what we like to call “the Circus Covenant”, the family will be looked after. The CM has stated quite categorically that he will find the folks who committed this act. BlaBla: There are ‘grave proliferation risks’ (Bobol throws another knife after examining it thoroughly) Bobol: There’s a lot of loose nukes out there (in American accent). The Circus Master loves to see the next generation. [Bobol scrutinizes another knife.] BlaBla looks up at the tight-wire and says, thinking aloud: Ah! The militarization of the higher spheres the higher circus in the sky.. the focus of all our fears Le Cirque du Ciel, Le Cirque Du… Paradis (parody); Circling, circling,.. spiraling, spiraling ..into…. e-tern-it-y. Prometheus is ours, ..God of fires,…do not react, Khronos… Time… is….. Hours. The Great Pie in the Sky… Sours Le Cirque du Ciel, Le Cirque Du Paradis circling, circling, spiraling, spiraling into in-fin-it-y.
Silence/waltz
BlaBla: Today all the trapeze artists feel they need to carry knifes as they fly through the air. Bobol (press release?): The CM is well protected. It is a regrettable necessity that civilians should die. The CM refuses to accept any responsibility for the death of Arco, the acrobat. A well-placed source has said that he was probably not on the tight rope when he fell off. At the moment the CM is not certain but more than likely Arco was an enemy of the Circus. There is no absolute evidence that he wasn’t an enemy combatant. BlaBla (still looking upwards): The Martians are coming. Bobol: Don’t worry, they’re here. The Circus Master’s safety is our safety BlaBla: I feel extremely….. safe [Bobol throws another knife]

Bobol: There are going to be many dead stars dropping out of the sky. The Circus Master wants absolute control of the upper and lower stratas of the Circus. The CM. wants a nice centrosphere in the Circus. This is what he terms his strataspheres of power and influence. I must know your every move. The Circus Master’s interests and investments must be protected. The CM likes to keep a tight Circus. BlaBla: The CM is more interested in Hegemony than Harmony. I’d rather piss in the wind than not piss at all. Bobol (snorting): Let us draw a line under the whole episode. BlaBla (snorting): Let’s draw a line, An axis? Bobol: The line is drawn Blabla: An imaginary line? Bobol: We’ll say no more Blabla: Say no more Bobol: Ask no more Blabla: Hear no more Bobol: See no more (BlaBla draws a line with chalk on the floor between them) Blabla: We’ve drawn the line Bobol: We have moved on Blabla: Yesterday does not exist Bobol: We’ll start a new song Blabla: We’ll all sing along Bobol: We will go on Blabla: We’ll go on! Bobol: We’ll go Both: We’ll, We’ll, We’ll, We’ll, Wheel, Wheel, Wheel, Wheel, Wheel, Wheel, Will.. Will ..Will ……………….Will We? Bobol: Do not laugh at the CM. Do not make fun of him. He is our leader. The Circus Master is infallible. He was a great cricket player when he was at Harrow. BlaBla: They say he had an affair with a lady called Mandy. Bobol: The Lady in red? BlaBla: The Lady in red, the scarlet pimpernel. Bobol: On the balance of probabilities, you’re mad, you’re human ….therefore you’re mad. Blabla: Is that the CM’s pet ‘Madman theory’. Is that what our dear leader really thinks? It seems to me that everyone that opposes our leader is deemed…. insane. Bobol: Probably. Most Cyclo-babably, yes! Blabla: We’re living in an age of horror. I’m horrified. We’re being forced to be frightened. The CM seems to thrive by keeping us in a state of mirror fear, the fear of our own image. It’s a siege mentality. Keep us frightened, he retains power. He loves to enhance the horror of the mirror. Why is there Mirrorism Bobol, is it because other Circuses have been invaded?

Mirror! Mirror! On the wall who is the most evil of us all? Bobol: Our dear Circus Master is committed to fighting mirror horror. He is convinced that the evil scourge of mirrorism is all around us. The CM believes that you can fight horror with horror, mirror with mirror. He will create the image he wants us to see. The CM is of the opinion that barbarian hordes could invade the circus at any moment. He has been reliably informed that insurgents are already operating in the circus. You must always be careful of what you think. Modern technology can read your mind. The CM is following your every move. The circus has record of everything you say. BlaBla: Oh Heroditus! Where are you now you have a lot to answer for? You have a lot to answer for! We are re-living the mythologies of maniacs and cyclopaths. I am a mere clown who, on occasion tends to rail, rant and rage, I am sick of being silenced in this, The Mess Age. I do oppose the systematic suppression of the performers and the audience in the circus. Bobol: The CM says to hand over authority would be damaging to a democratic Circus and where the Circus Master leads, I follow. BlaBla: The Circus is in total chaos, a total mess. Bobol: The Circus is a safer place under the tutelage of the CM. The Circus Master will teach you what is good for you. He is the Infallible Icon, the image maker. Why do you hate the Circus Master? He treats you as he sees fit. His father represented Big Business, the CM understands Big Business. The Circus is now Big Business. BlaBla: The CM is the Money Man, the man with a plan and I have nothing. Bobol: You are being looked after. The CM. is the Great Circulator and believes in the circulation of ..let’s say… finance from bank A to bank B through bank C but always returning to Bank A, The Circotic Central Bank. The Circotic Central Bank must have absolute control of all assets. BlaBla: And the recent spate of deaths in the circus? Bobol: I don’t know what you are referring to. It’s a good time to invest in the Circus; when there is still fresh blood on the ground. But be very careful, the bandleader has had to resign. The bandleader could not keep Circular Time. For the improvement of cyclodynamics it is extremely important that the clowns perform cyclodramas. The clowns must dance in the ring and sing the songs of the circus. BlaBla: A thousand and one curses on the new Circus and it’s songs. I liked the songs of the old circus. This is a very conventional threat. Who is going to conduct the band now when the Circus needs to build up tension?
Narrator:
Bobol juggles grenades. BlaBla stares into space. Blabla: There is a fog of doubt drifting over the Circus.
Silence.

BlaBla: There needs to be a fair distribution of laughter if we are to sustain humour on the planet. The world’s awash with laughter, it’s just in the wrong hands. The power structure of the Circus is somewhat asymmetrical, all the power seems to be in the CM’s hands, isn’t that the way it is? Bobol: Why do you need to question everything? You should accept subjugation, embrace the new reforms. The CM is going to secure a New Circus Order. We are being ordered to sustain his fantasy of The Full Circus Dominant Dance. This is the official dogma. Blabla: Dog.ma, Dog… Ma, Dog… Ma, Dog ….Ma. ..Bitch! Bobol: This is the turning of the tide. Get with the program. The Circus will continue to conquer peoples even if it means a confrontation with another Circus; 360 Degree Domination. Blabla: It will soon… be… June. Bobol: (getting angrier)
Always speak in Circles! Never speak in tangents!
The CM. has set out to “Re-Order the Circus”. His commitment is that he will not flinch from the pain of his decisions and the changes he has imposed upon The Circus. The experiment might cost many lives but in the long run the Circus will profit from the changes. Modernization is his “Big Vision”. Modernization in the Circus is inevitable. The CM is the de-finitive Monovisionist. The Circus Master has an impeccable CV; before becoming CM, he was into banking, television, advertising, publishing, pornography, the arms trade, law, supermarkets, engineering, football and finally The Circus. He is a very competent administrator. The CM. means to re-Brand the Circus. To the CM, you are expendable, a ‘mere thing’; your life is of no value, you are a mere statistic. Remember, the road to perdition is strewn with people that fought the system. Circonomics is superior to anything else on offer. The CM. is going to develop “e-government’ in the Circus, everything will be on-line. Blabla: On-line, byline, that’s a good line, that’s a good line, that’s a good line. This line’s fine, it’s mine. Bobol: This might appear to be a little ahead of the curve but the CM is dedicated to full Circularisation. The circus is an art form and contemporary art is known as “Economic Expressionism”, if it sells it must be good. The CM has many backers from other private enterprise. I am the rock on which he wants to build his Circus. BlaBla: Echo/ergo/ego/nomic Expressionism? Give me elemental expressionism any day. Set the lot on fire, if it burns its art. Bobol: The CM. believes in Freedom of Speech. BlaBla: Freedom of Speech, the right to be an “embedded clown” and fed what to say by Circus PR. The embedded clowns will soon receive their medals. Bobol: You must believe what the billboards say; the Circus Master is The Defender of Truth and Order. BlaBla: Yeah! His truth and his orders. This is all quite vivid and horrifying. Pause! Bobol (in tone of judge): Order! Order! BlaBla: Water! Water! Bobol: Water?

BlaBla: [Staring into an empty glass] WATER!
Silence
Blabla: I need energy, I need sustenance.
Silence
Oxygen Silence Hydrogen
Silence
Zero . point energy Silence Water! Silence BlaBla: This Circus Master’s New Circotic Order is my worst nightmare. The Circosphere is poisoned. There must be an alternative circus out there somewhere. Silence BlaBla: More friendly fire! MORE FRIENDLY FIRE! This Circus…. is …..damaging…….. me! Bobol: The dice has been thrown and the wheel is spinning…………….. ……….BlaBla, Are you thinking of defecting? You must retain your loyalty to the Circus. You must bend over backwards for the Circus. BlaBla: My back.. is… killing…. me. Bobol: God is on the Circus Master’s side. BlaBla: God! God! God! God! Why can’t we have Goddesses? Who is god? Bobol: The God of Le Cirque du Paradis. BlaBla: Bury me with tears Bury me with laughter. Bury me with all my fears And I’ll be happy ever after Bobol: I truly believe in the New Circotic Order, I am truly committed to it. BlaBla (singing like a bird- twit, twit, twit): Committed to it--- Twit! Twit! Twit!--- To It! --- To It!---Twit! Twit! Twit!--- Committed --- Twit! Twit! Twit!--- To It! --- To It!---Twit! Twit! Twit!--- BlaBla: This CM. has done terrible things to his own people.
Silence

Coming across a tannoy system.
Broadcast on the radio on behalf of The Circotic Circus, Le Cirque du Paradis: (US Accent / Voice of America/ The Dragon Man) ‘This Circus has many challenges. We will not deny, we will not ignore, we will not pass on our problems to other clowns or to other generations of clowns. We will confront them with focus and clarity and courage’. We must have a Circus security that is ready to strike at a moment’s notice in any of the dark corner’s of the Circus and if the Circus is attacked we will fight with the full force and might of the Circus. History will be my judge. The only way, in the mess-age, to deal with dissidents in the Circus is through a strong message, the use of “shock and awe tactics”, torture the dissidents and then execute them. Imprison all Mirrorists. We will eventually produce Cloned Clowns and a Cloned Audience to create the Perfect Circus. I give all my earthly power to the CM. These will be known as my Tolerances.
45 minutes – to - curtain.
BlaBla: Is this play all conjecture Bobol? Bobol: All conjecture; it could never happen in the sane world. BlaBla: Da Vinci was very broad visioned. You should look at and study everything. Bobol: You display some traces of absolute incompetence….. …..How dost my boy, art cold? You seem to live permanently under the dark cloud of pessimism. All he is saying is Give War a Chance! BlaBla: As Napoleon said: “Damn sugar! Damn coffee! Damn colonies! Damn Circus! Bobol: There’s no damned sugar in this tea. BlaBla: That is not tea. Bobol: Eeee…. (spits) Not Tea? BlaBla: Not ….. Tea. Bobol: The circus is expanding. Blabla: Is it too late? Is it June? Will it always be….. too ……late? Bobol: The C.M believes that this is the brilliant new dawn of a brilliant new Circus. He considers himself to be the compassionate Circus Master. He feels the Circus God is talking directly to him. The Circus Master feels that the circus needs a spiritual renewal. The Circus needs to be purified.

The CM does not rely on the decisions of others. He said that whatever action is required, whatever action is necessary, Sinister Circus Security will defend the freedom of the people of the circus. He is the strongest C.M. in the history of the circus. You must all always follow the True Cyclopath. The CM will confront the challenges with FOCUS, CLARITY AND COURAGE. Blabla: FOCUS, CLARITY AND COURAGE? Isn’t our CM an Articulate Man? Bobol: Listen to the radio! It’s the Dragon Man.
(US Accent):
This New Doctrine is for a New Circus and a New Circus Era. There will be a New Circus Act. The Circus must be Circotic. The Circus is the wheel of life. We are an honourable Circus in the use of our strength. We exercise power for the creation of a more profitable circus and we sacrifice human lives to make the circus more popular. We must be ready for the crucial hours ahead. The CM is the Prophet of the new circus era. He believes in the One True Circus and abhors the worship of any false circus. He is an adherent to the ancient studies of Circustics, a big believer in Circusism and is regularly to be found deep in circuspection. The C.M. surrounds himself with “Circusticians”; these are the apostles and sages of the true faith and are constantly circularizing the good news. To be circularized is to enter the true faith. The C.M. is also known as The Supreme Circularizer, The Great Axle. He is a formidable and aggressive enforcer of Truth. He must always be given the left-handed Circular Salute. Blabla: The left-handed Circular Salute? Bobol: SSSSSSSSH! Listen to the Dragon Man! The Circlorama is the holy scripture that informs our beliefs, our way of life. It is the words of the circus god delivered from the ancient Big Top in the sky, Le Cirque du Ciel, Le Cirque du Paradis. The Circlorama is kept in the inner sanctum, the circlorum.. All that we are, all that we believe in come from this one sacred text. The CM pursues his vision of the New Modernized Circus with Evangelical Zest. There is no room for eccentricity; we must all be concentric. We must be the Circuit out-riders for Circusism. We must never deviate from the circular path. There is only one true center. Each night’s performance must be opened with a prayer led by the Reverent Circus Master to the Great Circus God. He truly has a mustard seed in his soul. We must be evangelical clowns for the CM’s great mission. He is convinced in fundamentally and permanently changing the culture of the circus and saving the circus. For many years the circus has traveled all over the place, the C.M. wants to bring a new stability to the circus. The circus must be a centre of excellence and perfection…. The Center of the New World…. The vision thing matters, that’s a lesson he has learnt. His crusade is to bring democracy to the circus, a democracy in which we can listen to his opinions and the opinions of his immediate followers and follow them religiously. The CM wants to bring a new purity to the circus. We must enforce respect for the circus; make the audience really get the full experience of the circus.

BlaBla: The world is round and is going round. Ciclora, Ciclora, Cicloramus We are the Circumnavigators. We seem to be spiraling too fast into what was the long distant future which may soon be the long distant past. Bobol: SSSSSSSSH! Listen to the radio! The Dragon Man/US Accent: The Supreme Circus Master is a staunch friend of democracy. The Circus Master is not conquering nor oppressing the performers of the circus but liberating us. His doctrine is that the circus must be free, the circus must be independent. Our circus has no interest in outside forces; we are only interested in the circulation of the word, the world, anything outside that sphere, at this moment in Time, is not of our concern. The circus is here to bring peace and stability to a world that is shaky on its axis and is, in these early days of circularization, suspended in space. The C.M.’s guiding principle is to do what he believes right, whatever the consequences. The C.M. knows what is best for the circus, and anyone who opposes it is therefore an enemy of the circus even if they have been part of the circus for generations. Anybody who opposes the C.M. must be silenced, for they are enemies of the true circus. We should invade false circuses, kill their leaders and convert them to the One True Circus. This is the Circus of the free, the Circus of the Brave. What if the New Circus wasn’t the New Circus? Freedom. Appreciate it. Cherish it. Protect it. “We have fought for the cause of liberty, and for the peace of the Circus.” May the foes of the New circus be eternally vanquished and the Reverent CM revered mightily forever and ever. Bobol and Blabla: Amen. Narrator: You, dear Circus audience, do not lose a grip on reality; this is a radio play; everything you hear could never happen in the free world. Bobol: You know BlaBla, you are on your last chance. BlaBla: My last - final - chance. Bobol (throwing another knife before Blabla is in position): The final count down. Control Orders. Last Orders. The time for talking is running out. Words must mean what they say. BlaBla questioning in earnest: Words must mean what they say? That was a case of pre emptive knife throwing at a person who is unarmed. Bobol: It is my right as a lieutenant of the Supreme Circus Master to fire first and ask questions later. BlaBla (pleading with Bobol not to throw any more knifes): Can’t we seek a solution by negotiation? Maybe there could be a new initiative. Bobol: There’s no negotiations. It’s all about timing. We’ll all act on time, in time.

Can you beat time?
Blabla: I used to be a drummer once but no, …….Nobody can beat Time.
Silence
Bobol (throwing a knife): There is a moral case for me throwing this knife, it is my job; you are my honorable assistant and you should feel proud working with The Great
Bobol.
BlaBla: The Circus seems a much more dangerous place to me since the C.M. took over. (Bobol throws another knife) Alien/ conversation with Bobol questioning him about the sanity of the human species:
We are dumbfounded by the human desire to create weapons to control and kill while simultaneously destroying their own living habitat and environment with toxic wastes. Killing is such a primitive concept. BlaBla, Look in the mirror; your face is full of…. fear.
BlaBla (with resonance/echo/deep, very slowly): I am hearing voices, voices that seem to be making…. Sound…. Sense. I must not listen to these voices they are telling me to look in the mirror to see my face of fear. The CM hates other people’s voices especially those of aliens I must stop hearing these voices. These are fearful days, fearful days indeed. Bobol sharpening his knives at regular intervals. BlaBla: What does the audience want? Bobol: Never mind the audience and what they want; our job is to give them what they think they need. Blabla: Entertainment? Bobol: Our job is to stop them thinking; we must not appear to be Uncircus in our thinking because that encourages uncircus thinking in others and the circuit breaks down. The C.M. detests more than anything Uncircus Activities. He hates triangulation. We must be Uni-circus in all that we do, say and think. We must always be on the look out for the enemy within. He wants me; Imagine! he choose me, Me! to infiltrate you, the audience. Such an honour, such a privilege, and you can assist me. We must help people forget what is happening all around us, that there are no more wild creatures in the rainforest and none in the circus. We must weed out any enemy of the circus. We must create danger where there is no danger, we must create fear where there is no fear. People are more in obeisance under fear. Fear is our ally, fear is our friend. To walk the tightrope is the natural order of the day. We must be clandestine in all our operations.
We are the men who stare at Stoats We can walk through walls with atomic alignment. My favourite book is “My Pet Goat”
BlaBla: I keep the C.M.’s portrait facing the wall Bobol: Do not hesitate to throw the first knife. BlaBla: but you don’t allow me to throw any knifes.

Bobol: You’re not to be trusted with lethal weaponry. Blabla (spoken slowly): In war the truth is the first thing sacrificed. Can a dove ever become a hawk? Can a canary truly squawk? OH! Happy! Happy! Happy! War. Bobol: What do you dream of Blabla? BlaBla (in an angry tone): I have nightmares, I dream of 100,000 innocent men, women and children getting butchered …..but I can’t talk about it now….. …….Bobol, what do you dream of? Bobol: These days I don’t have much time for sleep, let alone dreams. BlaBla: Ah! You have forgotten how to dream! “The Birdman of Drumcondra” sings a silent song. (a band is playing an old circus waltz/song in the background) NOW YOU, THE AUDIENCE MUST APPLAUSE, WE ARE PERFORMING THIS FOR YOU. Bobol: The CM has appointed me to be the Director of Communications for the circus. I have been appointed as Head of Circus Security. BlaBla: Are you going to be all sexed up, the New Sultan of Circul/atory Spin? “Propa – propa –Propagator of propa – propa – Propaganda”. Bobol: The war on mirrorism is being won. The CM and I have an absolute unity of purpose. Our total control of the Circus is “noble and necessary”; it is for the freedom, democracy and safety of all. There is no Circus in the world that we can’t smash alone and there is no Circus in the world that we can’t rebuild alone. The CM sends his regards. The Dragon Man (US accent): There is very good intelligence from reliable sources that external forces have penetrated the Circus Compound and have infiltrated The Circus. The evidence is compelling. Enemy agents operate within the Circus Compound. Enemy agents are posing as clowns and have been coached by clowns on how to make you, the audience laugh. Some of these clowns have been fitted with microphones. We have heard hard evidence. It is Time to take action. We must protect the interests of the shareholders; their profit is sacrosanct. BlaBla: All children have the right to smile….. …What could bring the C.M. down? Bobol: Events my dear boy - events (Harold macmillian). BlaBla: History will be astonished at the C.M.’s mis-calculations Bobol: The C.M. has formed an international circus thinktank CircusSecurity.org and hopes to investigate why there are less wild animals in the world. He is willing to take urgent steps to protect the interests of the circus. He is certain of his own rectitude; once

he says something then whatever he says becomes the unalterable truth. The C.M. is certain that he is never wrong. He is the Supreme One, resolute and strong. We, his disciples, must have faith and belief, we must deny any other reality and like our good leader continue to smile inanely. The C.M. does not have a reverse gear; he believes in pushing ever forward; bulldozing everything out of the way. Blabla: Is the Circus becoming an authoritarian Circus? Bobol: Indeed the circus security is being increased in numbers but this is only to make the circus a freer safer place for all. CCTV Cameras will be installed in all the caravans. Blabla: But soon the wearing of all masks will be forbidden and there is talk of future generations of the circus being…. cloned so they will look exactly the same, have no feelings and be fear…less. Bobol: The secret security service of the circus claims that it is winning the never-ending, unprovable war against horror. Our liberties must be removed in order to ensure our freedom. The C.M. is not conquering us but liberating us. You must believe the circus to be stable, prosperous and democratic. BlaBla: Demonic? Bobol (strongly): Democratic! The CM is willing to destroy all Circus protocol that impedes his running of the Circus. In this Circus we must have no dissenting voices, for those who are not with us are against us. The dissidents must be crushed. We shall have no “Comical Allies” in this circus. Anybody seeking back door entry into the circus must be stopped. There is no middle way, no neutral ground in the battle between the Civilized world of the circus and It’s enemies. Bold action will be taken against them. Private mercenaries, working for private security firms, will be employed to protect the circus. They will have no rules of engagement and have been known to strip dissenters naked, rape them and set their dogs on them. Simulated oral sex will be carried out, along with forced masturbation and naked bodies forced to form human pyramids and enemas given to prisoners to make them shit themselves. These acts will be systematically photographed to add further humiliation. Any outside agitators in the audience will be interrogated and tortured. They will be tortured according to the laws and customs of war. Narrator: If you are listening to this play on radio change station immediately. Your tastes will be considered to reflect your character; you will be deemed a mirrorist. For you own safety, Break all the Mirrors in your home and tell the authorities if your neighbours possess mirrors. Those people who are not currently members of the circus are advised to become friends of the circus. The circus is working for “human liberty and human dignity”. We must have law and order in the circus. Circus Land Security and Defense must be all powerful. The Circus must have more power to deal with mirrorists. We must have the power to detain any foreign looking member of the audience indefinitely and without charge. Offenders of Circus protocol can be tortured “on the balance of probalities”. If they look different therefore they must be anti-circus. Circus Security might initially be “chaotic”. Some of the suspected mirrorists may need to be given new circus identities and be held

under “controlled caravan arrest under control orders issued by the CM. The CM must have absolute control. BlaBla: Isn’t it all a bit extreme in a so-called democratic Circus? Control Orders, Control Orders, Control Orders, Control Orders, Control Orders, Last Orders, Last Orders, Last Orders, Last…. Rites.
Waltz
Bobol: We are fighting the war on mirror against the right enemies, in the right places, with the right weapons. Remember mirrorism begins at home. Anybody who looks in the mirror is a mirrorist or a potential mirrorist. The Prevention of Mirrorism Act states that anybody caught aping the CM in any shape or form will be deemed a mirrorist. The mirror laws might be repealed in a year’s time. This clause will be herewith known as the “Sunset Clause” and should smell and sound as sweet as any other clause. From this day forth it will be up to the CM to determine when the day should end. Until such a time all mirrors will be banned from the Circus. Any citizen of the Circus found looking into a mirror or attempting to look into a mirror will be deemed a subversive mirrorist. We are preparing the way for cloning. We must not get false images of ourselves. No member of the Circus or indeed of the audience will be allowed to use a camera. Cameras, too, can take false images. All subversive elements in the Circus will be electronically tagged with over-sized wristwatches the size of frying pans. Private security staff are to monitor the day-to-day surveillance of the mirror suspects. These Mirrorists will be deprived of their full Circus Citizenship and their freedom without being allowed to see the evidence against them. Only Circusdantial evidence will be listened to. Those who cannot dance to the Circusdance and cannot keep Circus Time will be deemed uncircotic. Everybody in the Circus and in the audience is a potential mirrorist. Ring 0000 immediately if you suspect a relative, a friend or a neighbour of being a mirrorist. Any unauthorized person using the word mirror will be immediately put under caravan arrest. People that do not understand the Mirror Bill simply don’t understand the brutal reality of the Circus we live in. Some few of the suspected mirrorists may be released on licence to wander around within a 5 meter radius of their caravan once they have been tagged and fettered twice a week between 6.25 and 6.30 a.m. on a Sunday and again on a Thursday between 11.25 and 11.30 p.m. In fear there is safety; we are doing this to make you more afraid and for the enhanced security of the Circus. It is for the safety of all of us; we are all members of the True Circus. Long Live the True Circus! BlaBla (half heartedly/very slowly): Long Live The True………..Circus! Bobol (fading back into Yorkshire): In order to enhance Circus Security, “racial profiling” of the audience must be introduced. This Circus is number one on the planet and anyone who stands in the way of this Circus and it’s agenda is either a mirrorist or someone suspected of glancing into a mirror. The world must learn the meaning of Circus Justice. Any time anybody attacks our Circus, we will be on the hunt. We will bring them to justice. The Circus goal is

world hegemony, built around securing by force a loyal worldwide Circus audience who will never question the Circus; this will be known as the Pax du Paradis. What I am developing at this moment in time is a Circolator; a machine that will be able to translate all languages spoken in the world immediately into one higher Circus language. This machine will not only automatically translate every word spoken in the Circus but it will simultaneously record every word spoken. The secret circuit listening facility will be able to identify any word or phrase spoken against the CM. and against the Circus. More than once the CM. has insisted that there is one word which explains his passionate conviction, it is “fear”. According to the CM we have never been so vulnerable. We are being asked to enter into a state of infinite fear. BlaBla: So according to the CM, we must learn to love and embrace fear, for fear is lurking everywhere. Bobol: Precisely; always endear fear. BlaBla: “Low on specifics, high on fear”. This is high-octane rhetoric, high-octane fear, this fear will go far. Bobol: Always follow The True Cyclopath. BlaBla: Surely our severe new legislation and torture techniques will supercharge recruiting for the anti-circul/atory voices. Bobol: We can only offer a mixture of lies and deceit and falsities. It’s all an illusion. BlaBla:
………In august, 2003, Mars and Earth were closer together than they had been for 60,000 years. Bobol: Always speak in Circles! Never speak in tangents! BlaBla: Are you going to conduct a campaign of vilification against me, your own personal vendatta? Are you going to personalize and isolate me? The Circus has been misled. Bobol: Your claim is not protected by circulatory privileges. You are likely to be cencored. BlaBla: Me, censored,….silenced? I am only a clown. I might bring The CM to The International Court of Human rights. Bobol: It is unprecedented for a member of the Circus to threaten legal action against the CM. He who does not lie for the Circus, lies against the Circus. We will release a point by-point rejection of your claims. BlaBla: Let the CM just accept for once that he got it wrong. The Circus standards are de-based beyond belief. Bobol: I won’t have your weasel words and sophistry. This is a breathtaking moment, you are self-destructing in front of the entire audience. The audience does not want to see you crack up, you have lost the plot. BlaBla: It is perfectly apparent to me perspective has been lost. Was the Circus war an illegal war?

Bobol: You are a real and omnipresent danger to the Circus. Such speculation is potentially destabilising when the C.M. is at his most vulnerable since taking power eight years ago. BlaBla: Does the CM ever regret starting the war of the Circuses? Will he be eternally occupying the moral high ground? Why is he so adamant about this moral crusade for the Circus? Surely only justice for the ordinary people of the Circus and for you the audience will bring the peace and security that is a circul/atory right. Bobol: The people will be forced to perform when The CM. cracks the whip, and forced to laugh when he cracks the whip. Nobody in the Circus will be allowed to Veto anything the Supreme CM. determines. Nobody has the right to question. In this game of poker the CM can determine which cards he wants to be wild and when they should be wild.
45 minutes - to - curtain.
BlaBla: Who owns the Circus now? Bobol: Global Circus International and it has just been floated. BlaBla: AaaH! We’re all washed up so! …… Who is going to get the contract to repair the leak? Bobol: A friend of the CM. of course. BlaBla: We are all born of the lotus flower. ……Well it’s an unbalanced, unipolar Circus. Nothing like a little bit of gun-boat diplomacy. Bobol: The CM. acts for the Greater Good. We must uphold values and ideals such as democracy and free speech. The CM. has vowed to wage war on all the enemies of the Circus “to secure the peace”. This war will be continuous, global and indefinite in duration. Blabla: Is this an illegal ….Circus? Bobol: This is a play; it demands the suspension of disbelief. We have got to expect the unexpected. A holy war will be fought to secure the sacred oil of the Circus. Blabla: This day is laced with high drama and farce. Is this the longest day in history? Bobol: The day does not end until the CM says the day is over. BlaBla: This play is palpably absurd. Both: Templor fugit, We are all the fugitives of Time. BlaBla: This play is a sham from start to finis. Bobol: They seem to be making it up as they go along.

Blabla: The play is in a state of utter circumconfusion which is terrifying for the individuals involved. Bobol: It is a catalogue of errors Blabla: It is a catalogue of horrors, a hall of mirrors. This play seems to be going on…and… on…and …on… for….e..ver. Bobol: The play is… O…ver. Blabla: But we didn’t take part. Bobol: We – took - part. Blabla and Bobol: We – Took – Part !