
Our word of the day from Dictionary.com is claque. It’s a noun that means: a group of persons hired to applaud an act or performer; a group of sycophants.
Here’s how this word came to be:
Hired groups or squads to applaud actors and performers are nothing new. The Roman author Suetonius (75 – 150 a.d.) in his “Life of Nero” (chapter 20, in “Lives of the Twelve Caesars) reports that Nero hired 5,000 young men and taught them three different kinds if applause to use in his performances. In Paris by the mid 19th century, claques were organized into “platoons” whose various squads were rehearsed to laugh, cry, comment on, and encourage the actors. The great conductor Arturo Toscani (1867-1957) impised discipline and decorum on audiences and was instrumental in suppressing claques. Claque entered the English language in the 19th Century.
Claque is a perfect word for our current alternate reality. The powers that be think we need coaching when we’re told an apple is a banana. And not just any banana, but the most amazing banana in history of bananas. We need a cadre of claqueurs to rally and extol the amazing virtues of bananas from the sidelines. Their job is to convince us that what we’re hearing with our ears but failing to see with our own eyes is not what we think it is. They tell us when to laugh at unfunny jokes. They applaud wildly, standing in ovation to encourage us to do the same. These shills are paid for their loyalty and I learned that the professionals of this shady craft might even resort to extortion should the entertainer fail to pay for their feigned accolades by rousing choruses of boos. What is our world coming to?
As for me I like watching spectacles from the edge, trusting my intuition to come to my own conclusion. For example…It is not a banana. I know bananas. It is an apple of course. Your jokes are not funny and I refuse to reward you with applause for your outrageous claims. Thank you very much!
You can read more about this interesting word of the day at Wikipedia HERE.
Have a great weekend. And remember, if it walks like a duck and claques like a duck, it’s probably a turtle…..Ha! And I didn’t even need a laugh track to get a chuckle out of you…at least I imagine you smiling right now.
Here’s a little Haiku to reward you for reading this far.
the gullible gush
awed by the fake ovations
of shills and claqueurs
~kat




November 17th, 2017 at 10:43 pm
i wonder if family members count as a claque,if you promise to pay them to cheer during a play.
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November 18th, 2017 at 6:19 am
I believe they would count. 😀
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November 18th, 2017 at 10:35 am
Wouldn’t count with mine — they already make me pay not to shout out childhood secrets at performances…
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November 18th, 2017 at 10:53 am
Haha! A keeper of childhood secrets is much to be feared! 😊
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November 18th, 2017 at 11:05 am
… especially MY childhood secrets. Or (glances up in sudden hope) do we all feel that way?…
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November 18th, 2017 at 11:07 am
I am afraid so my friend…which is why I wear my secrets on my inside out flannel sleeves. 😉
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November 17th, 2017 at 10:48 pm
You know, I’d have no problem believing you on this if I hadn’t seen a man with a very reassuring voice wearing a good suit on the boo — I mean, television, JUST the other day who proved to us all that tubular yellow bananas are actually a hoax foisted on us all for years now by those awful Islanders? Niiiiiiice try, lady…
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November 18th, 2017 at 6:32 am
Drinking a bit too much of the kool-aid are we? I have it on good authority that good suits can be bought and their reassuring voices are <> teleprompted! It’s a conspiracy by minions who want all the bah-nAh-nawhs for themselves. Ease off the kool-aid my friend…🤣
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November 18th, 2017 at 10:34 am
Heeeey — how did you know about my Kool aid habit?…
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November 18th, 2017 at 10:35 am
Um…I’m a gratefully recovering kook-aid-aholic…😜
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November 18th, 2017 at 10:51 am
Ohhhh… I’m SO sorry! Didn’t mean to make light of such suffering, dear… Um, bet that’s where you picked up the inside out flannel habit, too, huh? You just can’t be too careful about the company you keep (why I know you’re just about to cut me off in deeeep disgust)
Before you do, though, allow me to say that your various habits have indeed supported the existence of an outrageously fine poet 🙂
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November 18th, 2017 at 10:56 am
You are a delight, my dear. Keep the chatter flowing. It is all in good fun. 😊 and thank you…😻
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November 18th, 2017 at 6:46 am
I applaud you for this mighty fine post my lady. Please forward the cheque (check) as usual.
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November 18th, 2017 at 8:25 am
I can assure you, my fine fellow, the cheque is in the post! 😉
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November 18th, 2017 at 1:55 pm
Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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November 18th, 2017 at 2:06 pm
Okay, fess up — how much did she give you?
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November 18th, 2017 at 2:31 pm
Thank you Dorna!
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November 20th, 2017 at 4:01 pm
All hail the power of the Turtle (This could have been, but is not, a paraphrase of something Stephen King might have written in the currently popular novel and film “IT”). Beware the Turtle.
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November 20th, 2017 at 7:56 pm
I will remember that Ron. I was not aware of the reference. Very cool.
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