The Clown Puppet

[Nemonymous]

THE CLOWN PUPPET - There is a “small lavatory” (Cf. lavatory-complex in THE TOWN MANAGER), “motions” of the clown puppet, “meat-store visions” and Mr Vizniak’s sudden need for the toilet – it is as if the diamond yo-yo is a symbol of a puppet’s metabolism (no need to rid itself of meat waste), whereby human frailty (as meat) is crystallised here (ie ring-fenced, ring-bounced), defeating death (as a work ethic routine itself is said here to be an antidote to ‘nonsense”), trying to make death itself nonsense, by sterilising death ... wishful thinking of the plot-leases, plot-teasers here rented (amid the ‘defective streetlamps’) from the top of narration’s pecking-order (Ligotti? God? The Narrator as depicted here by himself? The Clown Puppet, Mr Vizniak, the Nonsense itself?)?
I’d add ‘the Reader’ to that list. There is significant part where this Visit breaks routine of all past Visits – the Narrator is explicitly not the only one this time to whom the Visit is made. And who is new to being visited? Just ask yourself.
The Narrator is puppet-master of this story by knowing what is to happen (or so he says) but not knowing why (or so he says). This story is also gveranon’s allegorical ‘dreamy thinkiness or thinky dreaminess’ but one can enjoy this story as a wonderful disturbing horror tale on a superficial level as well as (if one wants to do so as ‘the Reader’) become part of it, actually (in reality) endangered by being in it.
This is no nonsense literature. The stuff of what literature should be.
“Strange opulence of an old oil painting.”
The face doesn’t work, but the limbs do, and the motions...