the sourcerer: Saturday Night.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Saturday Night.

The gang met up at hospital supper time yesterday, ie. 5pm... we'd all prepared different fillings and then we wrapped them in tortillas at the table. This was the smart plan of the Architect's Wife, who also saw to it that we made it down the road in time for the last performance of the Mechanicals' "Cosi" at the Little Theatre, Hiddingh Campus.

"Cosi" is an ambitious two and a half hours long and did not disappoint. It is set in an Australian Insane Asylum, where the inmates decide - with the help of a green drama school graduate, to perform their own version of Mozart's Così fan Tutte. The final act - the actual performance of the opera - was particularly hilarious, as well as very touching.

The Mechanicals are a repertory company who perform different plays in rotation, taking care of everything from front of house to ticketing and bar tending. They were all brilliant, but Guy de Lancy's performance as the pithy, manic-depressive inmate 'Roy', was outstanding.

We were all trying to place him - I knew I'd seen him in a couple of commercials. Turns out he's a set designer, photographer and ex-commercials director. He is quoted as saying, about the film industry: "It is a world I would much rather not inhabit."

1 comment:

J. said...: bet you can relate with that ..; August 3, 2010 at 7:36 AM

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You could tend a garden at night, only at night, pouring dark water onto leaves, and into the earth, like pouring midnight onto midnight. You could hold your soil-stained hands up to the moon. The stars would gleam on the bottom of the shovel. It would smell the same as a daytime garden - it would smell green, violet, red, white. But come back, in daylight. Come back, to see the colours without closing your eyes.
- Sean Michaels. Accompaniment to the song "Immune" by LOW. Said the Gramophone

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."
Jim Jarmusch (1953- )

You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. When you had given up journalism and were writing nothing that anyone in America would buy, explaining at home that you were lunching out with someone, the best place to go was the Luxembourg gardens where you smelled and saw nothing to eat all the way from the Place de l'Observatoire to the rue de Vaugirard. There you could always go into the Luxembourg museum and all the paintings were sharpened and clearer and more beautiful if you were belly-empty, hollow-hungry. I learned to understand Cézanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted; but I thought possibly it was only that he had forgotten to eat. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you have been sleepless or hungry. Later I thought that Cézanne was probably hungry in a different way.
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961) - from A Moveable Feast.