Showing posts with label Saltimbanque. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saltimbanque. Show all posts

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The day the circus came to town

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away. Ben Hecht

Back to French class, and we had a new poem, by Francis Jammes.

Priere pour aller au paradis avec les anes.

The prayer is about hot dusty days, ..do you remember those?...and the hard life of a donkey who toiled long and hard, with panniers tied its sides. The life of a donkey pulling a caravan, working for travelling show people, street entertainers, or acrobats known as Saltimbanques. Le mot saltimbanque vient de trois mots italiens, "saltare in banco", sauter sur une estrade.

It conjures up in my mind a colourful spectacle, but what a hard life to live and no life at all for the poor old donkey.

Link to wikipedia about the author Francis Jammes

Below one of my photographs followed by a small painting.

Hot heat haze in the forest

Let me entertain you

I do not think that I have ever been to a circus, have you?

The word for dusty soil is poudreux.

Etymology for somersault