I’m a dyed in the wool theatre kid. I was singing show tunes long before people were shouting sexual slurs at me from pickup trucks. And I’ll still be singing show tunes if and when they ever stop. That is part of what drew me to these breathtaking, outsized, paper and plaster clown masks, their resemblance to those enduring symbols of the theatre, comedy and tragedy aka Melpomene and Thalia of the Greek theatre… And these represent both this week. I bought these from the defunct and fading Redlight Vintage Clothing store on Broadway and only a day before the notice of the closing of the Harvard Exit movie theatre. Tragedy upon tragedy besets this neighborhood to the pleasure of Melpomene whilst, never far behind, Thalia reminds us that someday we may look back and laugh. And in the interim, I shall enjoy having two enormous, joyous and slightly frightening clowns staring at me from the dark corners of Nevertold and I’ll fiddle while Rome burns.
“The people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things—-Bread and Circuses!”