"Theatres shouldn't be dutifully educational, but divinely inspirational. They shouldn't have to worry about their social relevance or town-hall efficiency targets, because their purpose is no more materially quantifiable than a church's. As Michael Gambon graphically puts it in Richard Eyre's diaries, published last week, "a theatre isn't a place where you impose rules on people; it's a dirty radical place where an actor can work with a fag in his hand". This element of anarchy is a theatre's life force."(Telegraph:arts:The arts column: theatre - home of divine inspiration )
Heart Play
My thoughts are wounds in my head. My brain is a scar. I want to be a machine. Arms to drag legs to walk no pain no thinking. (Heiner Müller , 'Hamletmachine' ) Heartplay A May I lay my heart at your feet. B If you don't make a mess on my floor.. A My heart is clean.. B We'll see, won't we.. A I can't get it out.. B Would you like me to help you.. A If you wouldn't mind.. B It'll be a pleasure. I can't get it out either.. A cries. B I will remove it surgically. What have I got this penknife for anyway. We'll have this sorted out in no time. work will keep you from despair. Right, there we are. But this is a brick. Your heart is a red brick.. A Yes, but it beats only for you.. (1981) A beats B to death with the brick.. (Addition, July 1991). ------------- Heiner Müller ----------------- from Heiner Müller Theatremachine translated and edited by Marc von Henning
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