Circus Oz in Review

Ok. Notes to self.

1) Get buff.

2) Run away and join the circus

And I feel if you come away from a circus feeling like that then they’ve done their jobs.

I hadn’t seen Circus Oz before, but I would recommend their current Melbourne show. Cast in the shadow of ruins out of Ozymandius, or its nearest circus equivalent, my partner and I had our collective socks knocked off by these stellar performers.

Personal highpoints included a German Wheel routine in which a man resembling a Scottish Wolverine defied gravity for heavy metal infused minutes on end, and a static trapeze routine there’s around narcolepsy, which is exactly as tense as it sounds. In another brilliant touch, the performers cycled between the band and the centre stage effortlessly, showing off a fantastic breadth of talent.

If anything felt a little laboured, it was the beginning of a consumerism themed sub plot, but these naturally suffer for inertia. It built nicely between other acts to a manic, creepy, bar coded, spruiker fueled explosion of theatrical chaos.

So imaginary Melbournites! If you have a night free, I heartily recommend. You’ll be smashing situps and flying about on any geometric shapes you can lay your grabby mits on. Hm, there might be some merit in that… I wonder if I can market that as an exercise scheme…

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Photo “Circus” by Marja van Bochove aka on1stsite on flickr

A Scene in Verona

I see this fierce looking lady in the town square in central Verona.

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She’s crowned, standing on a fountain there, and from behind it looks as if she’s staring down the clocktower with a pair of broken shackles hanging impotently from her wrists.

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She looks a little different from this side. They’re not shackles in truth, but the ends of a scroll running between her hands. Maybe this changes the meaning.

I like to think it doesn’t.