Dear Sets Team and Other Incidentals,
Huh...
So there we were in largeglow restaurant with sheet glass windows looking through streaming raindrops and steaming coffee and soup, perched on first floor cornertable, in strange room with giantscreen boobs and ogglyogres and multicoloured Cannes flameroon...
Conversations strayed from Hyderabadi Biryani to Parisian lazyafternoons. Help!, I thought, here they are again, the words like wardens, and thoughts like lightstream, and at the end of the stretch the obvious taking of the bow and clapping off the illusion. With tip.
But I digress, in fact I began on a digressive note, except the image, which was honest enough.
Enough.
I'm not sure of this play. Theatre is no more the runintosun and flyintosky... Whatever happened to the blindingrush I wonder... These faces, all of you and the rest of me, so strangered, turned to people, thinking living continuous people with protocols and methods and mindrubbish jerkoffs. Cut the chase, get to the undertheskirt, says he, at least the underthesheets.
I'm not sure of this play. I could never act. Never an actor. Or director, or anything. I just knew how to feel, and understand other minds and bodies and connect lovehates like stars; addicted to the blindingrush. But I could walk right off this world. And that one too.
There is no set, there is no set!! yet!! And all things technical still, now stand null and void. All our mindmaps and colourschemes and thematic ejaculations.
No, I shall not stick to protocol, I'm overriding coreteam decisions, I'm going to have sex with the colour palette and even it's rainbow haired mother. The rest of you can do whatever the hell you want. Only, make sure you feel. Feel.
I shall too.
What art? What direction?
7 comments:
just give me a rough budget to submit to theatron and take your time with the rest. i dont need the drawing yet. was a nice evening yesterday what with the glassrain and mindmudrivers. Have given up poetry for the moment - or would have replied in kind, mon semblable, mon frere! :)
About the rest, we will talk when we meet.
"Have given up poetry for the moment"
...ah! but that is my point, don't you see?
Murder is cruel, but doing nothing is crueller still...
Murder the play... kill it; and then love it back to life.
everyone has a process, i'll just have to stick with mine i guess.:)
it's not necessary that you have to see my process or i your's as long as we can both work without getting into each other's space. if that becomes impossible, well, then we part ways ... i suppose.
and the reason i have given up poetry for the moment is not because it's not there to be expresse, but that i feel there's a time for it. in the meantime, i need my methods and protocols to get to that moment that will be poetry ... whattodo :)
uh huh...
no offence
none at all, love.
accha dhruv ad katy just jointly called to say we should go to the TC play tomorrow. i will try to bring forward the rehearsal time. what say? might be fun. could go to oly after.
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