IT’S A HAPPENING- DRAMATURG REPORT NO.3

It’s a happening. I’m not just using terrible syntax, but referring to a happening in the theatrical sense. A happening that occurs randomly and somewhat out of context of a play or social situation. Like with a lot of theatre work when it begins to come together it does feel like a happening, after trudging through creative frustration , working endlessly through the night and constant body shaking because you have developed a serious coffee problem then suddenly it all comes together. It almost jumps out at you like a happening in a play, giving you new life, thoughts and reduces your anxiety to only two panic attacks a day. Which is convenient transition to my dramaturg week.

Theatre Bound- Bound to theatre, bound to art.

I’m putting together a new channel online called Theatre Buond. A project I have been working on for an EXTREMELY long time about all things theatre. Theatre Bound is an artistic entity aimed at discovering and creating new ways of how we produce and view theatre. As a dramaturg the biggest issue or concern with releasing Theatre Bound to the world was where would I situate Theatre Bound to effectively practise the ethos. Where else than the digital world. Although there are institutions that exist within the internet, they exist as a platform that do not have any artistic restrictions and present a boundless amount of freedom to discussing theatre in its entirety. Theatre Bound is about discussing theatre (with a slant) and practical investigations into theatre land.

It is really exciting and terrifying releasing Theatre Bound into the world, similar to a rollercoaster that has sharks at the end of the ride. All will be revealed, as in Theatre Bound not a rollercoaster with sharks.

Floccinaucinililpilification

A good while back I decide to study a theatre dictionary and encyclopedia. And I’m still enjoying it immensely. That’s it. Oh and I found a word the other day on dictionary.com that is the above in bold lettering. It means the estimation of something as valueless or worthless. Its so insanely long and mind bending to pronounce but oddly enough when you see it you cant get it out of your brain. You close your eyes and its there.

You’re welcome.

DOLLAMINE ADAPTIONS

My lifeless cast has finally started to cooperate with me. We wont question this, just let it be like a pleasant zen buddhist monk. Unfortunately my wee lighting rig has refused to operate anymore, but thats ok I have a tiny lighting tech on the case.

The play being adapted is an ancient Greek play, I chose an ancient Greek play because as I read it I found it hilarious. Not because of the content, but what the content would look like on a 21st century stage.

I have always been so fascinated how some theatre goers or enthusiasts talk about plays and playwrights with such zest and passion as if they were there when the play was first performed. I remember years ago when I was in college I was talking to a random man about theatre, well he wasn’t random he was a friend of my friend that I was forced to socialise with. And he would not stop talking emphatically about Sophocles. So out of my own boredom and interest I did the unthinkable I told him I didn’t like Sophocles AND didn’t see the point in his work.

I do like Sophocles but I don’t understand the possessive terrority that comes with being a Sophocles enthusiast or any theatre in that sense.

To say his blood boiled would be an understatement. He then went on a rant about all of the articles and writings he has read to clearly prove me wrong. After what felt like a small lifetime of Sophocles talking I told him I was joking that I did like Sophocles and that I only said it to see his reaction. Which he then responded with the oddest look. Which was then followed by you probably thought you didn’t like him because you are one of those feminists. He said something else afterwards but I didn’t get to finish the full conversation because I had to burn my daily phallus effigy.

ANYWAY, with really wonderful theatre gestates clubs or communities of passion and appreciation. Which I find dilutes theatre, instead of experiencing theatre it is instead shoved aggressively on to a pedestal with a strict hierarchy below it, which is constructed according to your breadth of knowledge and the length of your boner. Like finding the area of a square in maths.

Then came Dollamine Adaptions. All of the plays produced through Dollamine Adaptions are plays that I really enjoy and from playwrights I really admire. Which I then deconstruct to be told through dolls, why, because theatre is to be experienced.

Thanks for reading, here our some flowers.

Not real ones, get it together its the virtual world.

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