Friday, June 10, 2011

Miming without mimes

Condoms hung from all the trees. Condoms with boy faces and girl faces etched on them with sharpies, condoms blown into balloons, condoms half mass, a body bag of a condom strung out between two foil-covered sticks.

Chuncheon Mime Fest, twenty-eleven, twelve a.m.: no mimes. Two comedians on stage, a row of food vendors, and a garbage mess of an art installation with a thousand flags and a winking happy face.

A performance piece happened above our heads as we poured drinks from our bags. Balloons made bunny ears under hosiery stretched over half a dozen heads. They drank their own on top a trailer, inside a translucent tee pee, some comment on a wall.

Three fire dancers and a Korean rock band, still no mimes come 3 a.m. At the exit all the cabs were called, passed us and onto the calls. We walked on up the road towards the light of town.

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