“…. a genuine fabrication of an imagined fragment purloined from the colossal thigh of P.T. Barnum’s duplicitous, damaged doppleganger…”
I returned to the streets with my bally, pitch and roaming rumination on the Cardiff Giant’s long, lingering shadow.
One of the greatest hoaxes of all time, this limestone giant confounded faith, rallied reason and left us with a pocked, recumbent monument to skewed credulity. What would he say to our current avatar and feathered body?
Deployed throughout the city to incidental audiences, my articulated portable stage and monolog echoes the cry and tactics of midway barker, medicine showman and snake oil huckster.
Step right up…