mise-en-scène: madame satã, friday fair

Madame Satã is a club near where George and I want to move to in Bixiga. It sits on a corner painted black. The gargoyle on the roof is overlookable in the daytime, oddly. At night a thin band of red neon outlines its eaves and illuminates her face. Wiki says this:

He was born into a family of ex-slaves in the state of Pernambuco, Brazil. Having been accused with conspiracy of murder, spending 27 years in prison, being a former gangster and father of 7, he found refuge in the dark Bohemian culture of Rio de Janeiro amidst a lively world of pimps, prostitutes, deviants and samba composers.[1] João is most commemorated as a figure who fought to redefine himself while battling the stigmas of being a son of former black slaves, illiterate and homosexual. João is quoted for once saying “I was born an outlaw, that’s how I’ll live.” In between his drag performances, his days as a hustler and his convictions of murder, his image as the legendary cabaret performance artist Madame Satã meaning Madam Satan having been influenced by the 1930s film by Cecil B. DeMille about a woman disguising herself as a notorious temptress to win back her errant husband. João’s infamous character represented an expression of resistance in this post abolitionist era in Brazil where black people, prostitutes, drug users and addicts and other ‘deviant’ outcasts were deemed useless to society. He was a skilled street fighter trained in the style of capoeira, and his battles against the police forces were legendary. He routinely fought barehanded against quartets of policemen armed with wooden clubs.[2] Also, it’s said he once faced a twenty-four-man platoon and battled them to a stalemate, forcing them to fly away after leaving seven of them badly wounded, two with broken arms and two with split livers.[3] Thus, João Francisco dos Santos became a living myth that supported and represented the values and lives of such outcasts of society becoming himself a revolutionary icon for the marginalized socially.

I want to go to the club some night. It was closed and then reopened according to the newspaper article. It is a simulacrum of its former self, once dedicated to João Francisco dos Santos, a.k.a. Madame Satã. It’s more heavy-metal now than was its original homage. The gargoyle is new.

I ate a pastel under the gargoyle, not thinking about too much today … my brain processing something else perhaps. Close to the new home, I feel cautious. Will it work out? Will I grow weary of the kids passed out on the street after the club?

The two servers frying the pastels were questioning why the city worker was packing asphalt with an industrial tamper. Right beside the pop-up stand. Didn’t he know that friday market was different. He should have yielded.

I found it interesting too, but I didn’t hesitate to sit beside the loud man-operated machinery. It was a caricature of an annoying animal. Tapping your shoulder while you try to mind your own business. But still. The noise did not bother me, or went through me. And then it stopped.

I finished eating and checked on the house. The noise stayed, absorbed at the corner of Rua Conselheiro Ramalho and Rua Fortaleza as I walked off, out of the gargoyle’s sight line.

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