Thursday, December 10, 2009

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

What is theatre? Spectacle?

I never answered this before. It is time.

We live alone. There is no we. Only I.

I want to know you, other.

I want to know what I can't know.

See what I can't see.

Experience something I can get nowhere else.

And when I sit in the theatre and watch, I am alone, though the theatre is full.

I can not speak.

Nor can I move.

Like a prisoner.

Like a whisper.

Like a genie in a bottle.

That fantasy world never leaves the stage.

It is kept locked up.

Irony? Symmetry?

While the play speaks you obey.

But then you leave, and the theatre is nothing.

You keep the theatre locked up.

Theatre is your prisoner.

You are the warden that plays prisoner.

You delight in the illusion of breaking the fourth wall. What delicious - degradation? I know not.

Enough.