Friday, April 20, 2007

Woyzeck



Slightly different approach to this show and one that I would like to continue working on. After workshopping with the cast, we continued to have less and less on stage. The less we had, the more we were able to say and the easier we were able to say it. Some of the particular elements of this show were as follows:


1) all furniture and setting was created by the actors, as you can see in this first photo of Marie coddling her young child and sitting in her room. those actors who were not in the scene wore grey cloaks which covered their entire body and so became pieces of the set. With this the set was able to come alive, adding to Woyzeck's paranoia, walls could move and chairs, trees, beds and boulders were formed instantly where needed.


2) the only actual piece of furniture onstage was a television set. this was to allow us to make the 'showman' or 'ringleader' (depending on what translation you use) into a budget childrens television show. it became apparent that the showman was describing so much of the essence of the play that he needed to be separated from the rest of the action. Turning him into a childrens TV show served a couple of purposes. Firstly, since no one left the stage at any point, it gave us something to do with Marie's baby prop. Plunking it down in front of the TV became a fairly harsh statement in itself, but when the showman started in on his rants, it became completely disturbing. Second, it threw the showman out of context which forced people to change their point of view of him and what he was saying... ie: a character can say what they want to another character or the audience and most people won't pay any attention, but say it to a child and everyone gets their guard up. including myself.
All in all, this was a fun one to work on and I am glad I got it out of my system. I may come back to it sometime, and when I do i would like to spend more time developing the characters and exploring them more. This is an incredibly thick script with and astounding amount to discover. I appreciate the work that the actors did and think we came an incredibly long way given the time we had. So thank you to all of you if you are reading this.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

How much does fear cost?

Just a dollar a day. and if your lucky enough to get a free paper delivered to your door, then the paranoic suspicion of absolutely everyone around you won't cost you a penny. Lucky you.

Someone please tell me where the logic is in giving some idiot who kills 32 people as much attention as this. as far as I can see there can only be a couple of results to this mass promotion: 1) people become more and more afraid to go out their own door without actually realizing it, slowly they start to look at everyone around them as a potential killer until we end up with very strained dinner conversation indeed as we suspect that all our guests are packing.
2) some idiot out there is going to think that 32 is now the number to beat.

I don't blame the media for the problems of the world. Just for making sure that the problems of the world are so deeply ingrained into our psyche that we have to fight to see anything else in the world.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

For Grandad

For Grandad


Can I see you?
Your life flashing before my eyes,
Through vacant, aged pupils.
Wide, old eyes revealing a dreamy 6-year old
Staring up at the stars.
Have all your dreams and hopes led you to this hospital bed.
Can all your life’s work and achievements be stopped
By a misplaced drop of blood
And bring us to this.
My third hand memory of your time on this earth,
Your frightened eyes scrambling to communicate
Into mine.
I want to see.
To look at the water and see the ocean.
I will remember
And my experience of you will look longingly into my grandchild’s eyes.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

beacon of *^^**&@#$@ zen

There is a sacred place in my house. One of blissful tranquility where all troubles, stresses and concerns flow away from you in waves. our toilet ... :). Children screaming while trying everything in their vast imaginations to get each other in trouble. Work/chores/whatever is waiting to leap on you like coffee on a white shirt. But here, oh here, there is nothing but the gentle white noise of the fan taking away the offensive odors, a small selection of books to while away the time, and more than anything ... a moment of utter peace. but then comes the knocking ... oh the dreaded knocking that will break into your tranquility like a battering ram on the little pigs house of straw.

(I will recapture this peace. this is my) "I'll be right there." (..peace. I am ...) "I said I'll just be a minute!" (..zen. nothing but warm ocean waves soothing my .. ) "ALL RIGHT ALREADY!!!" (..my last *%$#^%##* nErVe!!)