a space for people who want to leave community’s seventh circle of hell and come under the big top’s tent.
the canopies of the chthonic circus are not the red and white big tops of colonialism, or even the traveling black tents of the 1970s, but lush green canopies of trees under the starry night sky.
unlike critical approaches and perspectives that have previously arisen in times like these, (Dada, NIETZSCHE, even some strands of punk) creating within the chthonic circus does not rely on destroying for the sake of destruction.
we - including mother earth - are all already ruined. however, to be desecrated, we must have been considered sacred first.
the chthonic clown understands their job is to find and witness the lost. to help them come alive and tell their stories through sacred sacral energetics. this starts with ourselves.
there were orders before the order that currently exists.
Through archaeological digs into the subterranean ecologies of settler colonialism, we can learn how to release the puppet strings that restrain us and prevent sacred relationality.