the festival of the poor

ethnic fest in wrights park.


On ethnic fest or the festival of the forgotten
The Rabelais like aspect of it, the festival of the poor, hundred of blacks and poor whites and poor Indians all in mass near a stage. The heat beating down on their black skin, beads of sweat getting caught and tangled in arm hairs, hundreds of boys play basket ball in a in court to small for them tripping over each other and all trying awkwardly moving around them selves, the whole place a consuming mass of humanity , the smell of shit and food is everywhere. The hiss of wind through the tops of trees like snakes weaved in the leaves, yellow teeth pinch fried meat flesh tearing away a square of cooked brown skin form the white mass hidden underneath, overweight woman sit laughing in the shade of a tree, meat is roasted in mass on backend iron grills. as the fat is fused to the iron bars sitting above a small flame, the festival of the poor the festival of the forgotten, thousands of young girls scantly clad stand hypnotized head tilted down at the cool blue of the cell phone light shines blankly at them. Nobody is calling them. The neon blue is reflected in gold tint of the sunglasses. The heat beats down as the mass of human bodys create their own heat. A huge glob of movement reflecting the heat.