Redactions #9: A Fragile Thing
Imagine their devotion. Imagine what they heard.
Imagine their devotion. Imagine what they heard.
Audience members whisper into a magic lantern their favorite and most accursed first experiences of love.
The stage directions here describe the future, what will come to pass, and what has already passed for these characters between the time of the play’s setting and the time of the play’s writing.
We know in this space that we are not discrete and separate, but fountains of flesh making and remaking ourselves through infinities of possibility...
Decolonisation is deconstructing our understanding of the choices we have to make, and making them.
This was a long way from the contained theatre of a Chekhov play presented over a couple of hours and yet it was the same play. Instead, the audience was living with the characters in that house.
I imagine theatre as the knife.
Her reflections offer us a thinking-through of thought-making, thought-creation; a play between memory and invention, how feeling shapes itself into words.