Alright this may be madness, foolishness, and even a fruitless endeavor, but my inspiration will not let me be. I am constantly dreaming of the Night Circus, a novel by Erin Morgenstern, and the temptation to create a floating circus ‘Party” will not rest.
SO inspired by book clubs and release parties, I am going to attempt to start a small version of my own, a party that will mysteriously appear and disappear from my friends back yards over the next few months, complete with tarot readings, carnival games, illusions and glorious food.
I picture trees covered in crystal “ice” with with roses “growing” at their base. I dream of the illusionist Georges Melaise performing his magic tricks and drawing us into realms of fantasy as he plays upon the back of a house or wall. I envision glowing clouds, mirrored scapes, patrons attending a free event dressed in black in white; a few sporting the occasional burst of Red. I see games of chance, darts and rings, collections of mysterious bottles and trees of fire. I smell popcorn and caramel, taste the froth of root beer and ice cream, the tang of lemon, the sweet of sugar and ice, and hear the sounds of the carnival; haunting me each night and seducing me each morning. This can only end one of two ways…badly or with a new tradition and new reveurs born; as the party appears with new and different exhibits, entertainments and amusements in a new location each time, with other as hungry for it ‘s re-emergence as I.
And if a few more of my friends or acquaintances should read the book, that wouldn’t hurt either…