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You got an idea -- I'm using the web as my notebook... and I have no idea how useful those pages can be for you. Well, it's performance (web and internet) -- "Private in Public" (everything became a stage). Most important that I can access my writing from anywhere and keep working, even if I don't have my files with me.
The problem is that I have to type everything! I have to let you see the process (open rehearsals)...
The Russian Play(s) is connected with Hamlet2002 (H2002) and my non-fiction simply because I write about myself. Several years ago I decided not to write fiction at all. I have no time left for it. Besides, this is creative nonfiction -- it's impossible to write anything without some fictional elements, right?
Now, as usual, each project comes with a company. The play, connected to the Russian Play -- "American Xmas in Russia" (actual Christmas show we did in St.petersburg in 1994, before I killed the Russian-American Theatre Project and left for Alaska).
Problems. First, mixing languages. Never did it before. My American students and my Russian actors, used both -- and I would like to keep it this way, but it good on the paper only, not on stage...
I wrote this children play and both my kids were in, but I want to write about Vadim Meechenko and his actors in "Terra Mobile" (see RAT). The art and survival of the small group of Russian actors...
It's a sad story, but there is a lot Gogol in it -- mafia, corrupt city official, American students...
I, You and He
Play within the Book
(The same Trinity Principle, or this triad of inner self)
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[ Saw it in my dream and liked it, but as usual remember little. Most likely because I teach Beckett this week. ]
"You" -- when I like myself, "He" -- hatred. "Love-hate" relations. Could it be that "I" is simply a result of the two -- and doesnt't exit by himself. YOU - future, or very distant past (childhood?), HE -- past and present? Do I see their faces?
Is it "death-thought" again? "I rather have my punishment before my death." Because I don't believe in afterlife? Don't we all? Existentialism (emotional marxism) knows no pity. Like my beloved Greeks.
[ Yes, this is also because I think about the play my hero (myself) is writing in Post-AmeriKa. Or is it in Tech? ]
NB. In all my writing projects I better keep this comedy mode; too late for me to be serious. Too old not to laugh.
Last Links
[ In English ] 1. She, the way she was. 2. She , the way she could be. 3. She, the way she is... [ different names ]
2003: part of the Russian Dreams (plays.vtheatre.net/r)
theatre blog (new,07) -- "Dada Style".
2004: "Doing the Shrew" (Pet-Kate line only?) And crew on stage style of "6 Characters" and Commedia.
[ conceptual scripts, including pix ] Playwrighting for VT (virtual theatre).
- It's not nice, he was your colleague...
-- I didn't know him. At all. I don't even recall his name. What does it mean -- a colleague?
-- I don't. I only pretend that I know. Like everybody else, they only pretend that they know what they say...
... [ "Playing Human" ]
