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June 02, 2006
....hanging
...a failed architect hangs from his unfinished cathedral, while death watches on, letting him swing this way and that way....
Improbable's "The Hanging Man" borders on pantomine, with a beautiful set and striking visuals. Apparently the basic story went through numerous incarnations, each a failure, until at the last minute they improvised a production, putting together every dramatic technique they could muster to bring it to life.
The play is dark, yet often funny... at moments formal but mostly free-form. Death breaks from character to tell how during rehearsal she had had a dream about being a dog... so she starts to act like a dog, only to be incorporated into a dream the architect had about death.
Moments move one into the other very much like a dream, where the linear path is not always apparent.
This results in a frightening surrealism. Discussions of death, life, love, insecurities are juxtaposed with r&b dance, satire, theatre sports and melodrama.
The subject is very dark; the realisation that the beauty of death is but the other side of the beauty of life. In the opening moments, when the architect jumps off the chair a woman behind me burst out crying and had to be escorted from the theatre.
On leaving jack commented that surely one of the authors was an architect. Much of the discussions deal with creativity and author of that creativity. The architect of the story was so frightened with the power to create something that was purely his own that he commited suicide.
Tomorrow is my three-month "sit down" with my boss, where I am asked if I am happy. How do i tell her that it worries me that the only other senior architect is leaving the office and that if she proceeds to replace him with another recent graduate as planned we are all going to be lost? Or that one of my favourite firms is being insistent in giving me a job, though I really feel responsible for the jobs I am in charge of within her firm.. i just wish there was more potential for innovation and creativity?
Meanwhile, my life has become once more an ongoing struggle against sleepiness. People dont understand there are so many forms of feeling sleepy: there are tirednesses that are healthy, such as after you have walked for hours, or you brain is exhausted after solving puzzles.
Then there is this painful, unnatural sleepiness, akin to the flu, where everything is tired and heavy, where I can sleep and sleep and only get marginally better, and yet have one night with less sleep and feel so much worse.
I had to take yesterday off. I went to work and was in a peaceful daze. I had a site meeting up north and there was morning sunlight, and there was the cold, and I was all rugged up, and everythign seemes bright and beautiful and mysterious. I cant work out what wierd emotions were going through my head but I felt like I was still stuck in a dream and couldnt wake up.
I went home and slept. And slept.
It is a frightening thing when your life becomes a dream.
Good night.
Posted by julien at June 2, 2006 12:05 AM
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um... I'ce kinda had the same tiredness as you... (funny that) I finally got diagnosed with a respiratory infection...
yay for the third different batch of antibiotics
*drifts off into exhausted passing outness*
Posted by: b at June 3, 2006 01:38 AM