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4. The Garden of Unearthly Delights, and ‘jizzing the gag’
The next night I walked down the pathways between old gum trees, garlanded and festooned with coloured lights, towering over the bars and coffee stalls, attractions and amusements. This is the Garden of Unearthly Delights.
In front of me was an old Spiegeltent dated 1908. It was a wooden structure built for travelling, packing down and setting up easily. It was decorated with stained glass and the interior was rich with mirrors and velvet, turned brass poles and chandeliers.
This one is a little plainer than most. It looks as if it has had a harder life. This speigeltent is called le Cascadeur, named for the stunt clown, the slapstick, the clown that falls down, the doer of falls. It’s a difficult art. It not only takes an acrobatic body and mentality, and a tendency to bounce rather than bruise, but also a purity of focused intention. There is nothing less convincing than someone who is not surprised by an accident.
The Cascadeur was originally part of the Bosco Theatre, another Speigeltent that has been in the Garden of Unearthly Delights for many years. In the 1930s the original owners sent the back half of the Bosco away to have a new roof made for it, but then cou
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