For my theatre GEMs module I decided to be daring by choosing Tragedia Endogodinia for my blog project.
A description, up until the point where I couldn’t watch it anymore:
There is a naked man at the corner of what looks like cube made out of tin foil. There is a pram in the center, but its dark so you can’t see what or who is sitting in it yet. Then, bright light! And the man falls as though electrocuted, and settles into a foetal position on the ground. A naked woman emerges from the pram. Not entirely naked though, for she is wearing a black terrorist-style mask and dominatrix boots, and an armband reminiscent of those the Nazis used to wear. Only now there is no Swastika, but a number. She is dementedly scratching her torso, clawing here and there and the camera just focuses on her, scratching, flailing, drawing shapes in the air et cetera. Then she is shot down by a mechanized bow and arrow and lies there spreadeagle, her vagina open and wide in the audiences’ direction. The bow and arrow continues to shoot at the wall opposite it and the arrows just get stuck there, one by one. People in white hooded robes and black gloves enter the stage. The naked man stands up and looks up towards the ceiling. The camera pans to a pair of feet, up up and up until a vagina comes into view and then up some more, until the hips, where the torso has been cut. Essentially, there is now a naked bottom-half of a female torso dangling from the ceiling of the stage. The man walks to it, places his head in between the feet and has an indescribable expression on his face. Horror? Bemusement? Confusion? Then he makes a sudden slashing movement and the torso explodes and blood spatters everywhere, and the man just stands there, with the remains dangling above him, covered in blood. A black glove enters the corner of the frame and makes a beckoning motion towards the man.
Needless to say, I have now chosen another theatre production to do my project on.
Today for film class they screened Saint Jack. My retinas and sensibilities were raped and I am in permanent trauma.
On a totally different note, received rather shocking news today. Am in no position to speak too lengthily on it(would be a serious dishonor to the people who really knew him, I think) but nonetheless I hope you’re in a better place.
Went to Bras Basah. Explored Marina Bay Sands Shoppes and found the ‘mist walk’ and sat at the riverside steps. Wrote a letter. Met a mime at the YOG tents there. Wondered round some more through the CBD and had dinner at Marina Square. Somehow ended up at the Pan Pacific hotel.
What I should be doing now:
Reading readings. Getting a massage for my poor, aching feet.
What I’m doing:
Tumblring, Facebooking and glazing into space, thinking about nothing. Wait. Can you think of something that doesn’t exist?
What I’ll be doing:
Going to bed and dreaming of getting lost in a supermarket and ambushed by a monstrously huge Snickers bar that has very strong arms.
In Malay Studies today, I learnt the the origins of my race. Apparently, there were two young women who worked at a vast and fertile padi field. Then one day, three young princes on white cows ascended ‘from the universe from under the sea’ and turned their padi into gold. Then I suppose the women were impressed enough and then they…copulated and reproduced and started a kingdom.
Okay, one, ‘universe from under the sea’? And two WHAT THE HELL WERE MY ANCESTORS SMOKING.