There also exists for me the formal madness, a uniformity of screaming and the relationships within the spheres. The simplicity of the clown image allows for an investigation of knives, color, and unseemly couplings between red-faced old men. I try to imbue my large-scale, multiple-ring circus with the drama I find in cities like Vienna and St. Petersburg, where the fear of meeting a gang of shave-headed toughs (one holds a length of rusted chain in his hands) in an alleyway is one's natural experience.
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