Log Cabin Quilt Top
1 month ago
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
I could not have a countdown to Halloween this year without mentioning the recent clown scare. I took this picture last year in Montreal, proof that the association between clowns and horror is nothing new. In fact, according to this article from The Telegraph, creepy and scary clowns are as old as there are clowns. I have never liked clowns myself and often felt uneasy about them. You can guess I have a bit of coulrophobia. And for good reasons. Clowns are deformed, grotesque even, they spend time humiliating each other in slapstick and they don't act rationally. There is very little difference, intrinsically, between a clown and a madman. Pennywise is a devil in clown form. The Joker is a clown. Michael Myers commits his first murder (at five!) disguised as a clown. So fear the clowns.
"Man
goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel.
Says he feels all alone in threatening world where what lies ahead is
vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown
Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up."
Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci."