Late Summer Non-Academic Note

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:12:47 GMT

... po-mo? Po.Mo ... PM -- Postmodern. How else can I call anything philosophical in those Zero years...

The century and millennium began with a buzzard war on "terror" and this Godot history continues. Yes, yes, postmodern feelings and web2.0 have too much in common. War with victories and even battles, politics without ideas and even parties, news without anything new... as if in a dream of a giant idiot.
"Dig it?" I dig -- and nothing changes. Even the numbers looks the same, binary system has only "0" and "1" -- digital culture is based on that monotonous repetition of of "yes" and "no" ... that was a revelation in Beckett's times, funny when Stoppard wrote his remake "R/G are Dead", but now?

There is no even "2" or "3", and -- "many" as in pre-history. The millions of youtubers look like one in different packages. Communications make it into communistic, with billions red Chinese. How one ant could be different from another? Or one atom, electron? ... Am I suspicious of electricity and electronics?

"Spectacular Society"? Maybe in 1968, but a generation later?

It was a joy to write about Postmodern, when I thought it's a theory, not my daily life. "Instant communication"! Good, I cried, - Like in Live Theatre! Communications of what? ... 0s and 1s? I am not sure that there is a difference between man and woman, who were reduced to male and female, and now to...?

Web is lifeless. Take a look -- it's an illusion of a wall. Widows, said MS. Right. Remember, Doors?

I remember the Berlin Wall. 1978? I remember the sensation of absurdity. [ The wall was even in the water, in the river. ] Was it a binary system too?

What does a spider's web do? Nothing. Divides empty space in two. "Virtual" separation...

No, I am not concern about my privacy anymore. What is there to hide. Everything is same as in some other head. Postmodernism is tired of self-irony, it became canned laughter. When only machines are making the sound of laughter.

Who is laughing? Not me.

Now all the spiders of the world are united -- it's OUR web, web 2.0... And they try to catch another smaller spiders [ no more flies ]. "We are the world" -- I should get worried then, when they sand it -- "we are the children!" Now it's too late.

I should know better, I ran from the USSR. They had SYSTEM before the computers were invented. I should know, I read the Legend of the Grand Inquisitor, but I thought it's about "us", not them, in the West.

I should know, I read "1984"... In Moscow I was sure that is about "us" too. Not about the British soccer fans. I betrayed Mozart for the boys with electrical balalaikas -- "Love Me Do". I shouldn't complain now.

When I betrayed my pen for a typewriter, and typewriter for a keyboard, I should realize that writing is over. You can't rewrite "post" to blogs, how many revisions would you make "writing" email? It's not a poem, for Christ sake! It's nor even a letter! Not a single spider rework a piece of its net, you make more of it!

Another page, Anatoly! Go, Johnnie, go!

Chekhov thought they will forget him in five years.

Why would he go back to look for another word in his short-story? And another Russian maniac rewrote his "War and Peace" 13 times!

Catch them, said a talker, not even a writer, 2000 years ago -- all you need is a good thought. But it takes years to think it through. That simple?

With humans. You need them, the humans. The ones, who suffer the lose of child (not us), cold (not me), hunger (never), pain (get a subscription)... Writers needs readers, spider flies, men women, and etc.

There is no Web 2.0, it was there! There is no post-postmodern. There is no "virtual" theatre without living human being! "Virtual"? Are you talking about s.o.u.l... ?

No, sir, I am agnostic, sir, I believe nothing! I BELIVE in knowledge and database.

* Do you know why I write it the way I write it? The line is down, no connection with the world, with you, darling. That's why. No pressure to respond, to react, to reply. No interruption of a funny small talk, pretence of a dialogue.

Let me see, if the connection is back.

...

<-- Good poster from Russia, on elections.

Could work here as well.

Something about this new century and new history... perhaps, Nietzsche was right after all.

They knew who is coming, the low life.

From them to cybergs is a short step.

I would prefer a machine to a celebrity.

I like my cyber walls, the web and the net to keep "society" out!

Keep your real doors and windows closed.

Mind your own business, keep the distance... I did not like your history with wars and its heroes anyway. I even liked Hamlet more than Shakespeare.

I guess about the chip theatrics of pomo politics next time.

A. (is this for Anatoly XXI, or the director's blog?) or/and "Jamaica" Project [ works doc ]

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Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:18:24 GMT

Theatre Lessons : Love Triangle

Drama in many acts and several scenes

Characters:

TEACHER ( Stan ) -- Stanislavsky, an old good looking gentleman

MASTER ( Meyer ) -- Meyerhold, an ugly looking old gentleman

Anatoly ( A. ) -- we do not see his face.

Act One : Bio-mechanics

Bare stage, three chairs. "Teacher" - stage right, "Master" - stage left, Anatoly with his back to the audience.

ANATOLY. Mr. Stanislavsky, what is your advise to my acting students? In one sentence, please.

TEACHER. In one sentence?

ANATOLY. Yes, sir.

TEACHER. In one sentence -- act from your heart!

MASTER. Bull!

ANATOLY. Mister Meyerhold, is that your advice?

MASTER. From outside, damn it!

TEACHER. From inside!

MASTER. Outside!

TEACHER. Inside!

MASTER. Old fool!

TEACHER. Idiot!

MASTER. Teach them biomechanics!

TEACHER. Psychological realism!

ANATOLY. Excuse me...

MASTER. Shut up!

TEACHER. You shut up!

MASTER. I won't!

TEACHER. Clown!

MASTER. Emotional Mastrubator!

TEACHER. What?

MASTER. You heard me.

[ pause ]

The end of the scene one and lesson one.

Curtain.

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Late Summer Non-Academic Note

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Theatre Lessons : Love Triangle