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Sunday, 24 February 2013

Kafkaesque Review


A month ago I, along with a few friends, had gone to experience our first physical theatre at the University Campus Oldham. The first was ‘Missing 1994’, an endearing tale of the struggle two people had to face when their daughter went missing during a family outing. Although the use of contemporary dance to deliver the story was both exhilarating and powerful to watch, I write today about the latter – Kafkaesque.

Inspired by the genius writings of Franz Kafka, (author of The Trial and Metamorphosis) Kafkaesque is the making of four dark and comical tales exploring the tasks and tribulations man faces every day. Actors Adam Urey and Katherine Godfrey play eight memorable characters in all four pieces which last around twenty minutes each. Both the actors and director, Rob Johnston, retain the plays together extraordinarily through impressive dialect and notable performances. Each piece is dreamlike, and yet existential as it carries a strand of desperateness throughout them. Although most do not come to a conclusion, it leaves the audience clinging onto the story and wondering what will happen next.

Kafkaesque begins with ‘An Interview for the Academy’, where the curator (Godfrey) of a scientific academy interviews an ape (Urey), who was kept in captivity for five years and had dramatically attuned his attributes with human ones. Although the speech between the two characters is carried through with witty exchanges, underneath his sophisticated façade the ape is still ape-like; this is demonstrated through the rough agitated movements, and the brilliant monkey makeup. Albeit that it is never revealed how this dazzling ape turned out this way, the audience is left with thought-provoking insight due to the humorous questions the ape asks the curator.

Kafka is known for using universal themes and this is well established in the second tale which I found the most captivating; ‘Men and their Atrocities’. This tale focuses on the issue of whether or not following orders is a defence against wrong deeds. The story is unclear as it is strongly ambiguous of what atrocity had taken place, but the power of Godfrey’s performance was staggering as it consisted of a long monologue which she expertly kept together. The monologue suggests of an elusive master who seemingly brainwashed his servants into committing crimes. Again the audience is left with no conclusion, but Godfrey’s enactment was undeniably perfect.

The third tale, ‘The Work’, was a personal favourite, and just like the previous play had darker themes. A couple’s dissatisfaction with life and the unknown nature of the husband’s work echoes the tribulations man faces and the sacrifices we all have to make.  Urey’s amazing ability to shift and play such contrasting characters was astounding, and portrayed the mix personalities that man has, further proclaiming the universal theme.

The fourth tale ‘The Hunger Artist’, was equally as humorous as the first, and although it was a very unusual story of a man fasting and pleading to an agent to give him work, it conveyed the desperation man faces today, and how modern TV drives us to go mad with the ideology of becoming the next big thing. The performance was undeniable, but I personally felt that the last two tales were too repetitive and ambiguous, and proved to be frustrating for many.


Ticket for the show

Peshkar volunteers with the cast

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

Gift.

Wishing for a saviour
Dreaming for a new start
Push away all this glamour
Take away the pain in the heart
The life of an oxymoron
Happy out, broken in
This can't go on
The cup filling to the brim
Pleading for an escape
Hoping for the end
Drinking all this hate
Wanting a friend
Unbalanced scale
Good verses bad
Life's so stale
Life's all I had.

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

Saturday, 24 November 2012

Number Two.

A year has passed now
Since I last wrote to you
And I've still kept my vow
Say hello to Number Two
A lot has happened little sister
Scary changes and big decisions
I know your life feels like a twister
So I'll let you on a little confession
The world may feel as if it's against you
But never let them make you fall
Stick to your heart and you'll be true
For there'll be a time when you're no longer small
I have deep faith in your ability
How you'll turn out to be so valuable
You'll be sitting on mountains with your credibility
Your life will be everyone's shining symbol
This is poem number two
Of the nine that I will write
Keep it for when I bid you adieu
Keep it for when all things turn into night...

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

Monday, 19 November 2012

Letter to Zionist.

I wonder how your childhood was
I wonder if you lived life to the fullest
I wonder if you had to face any qualms
I wonder if you experienced any conquest
You trained hard for this battle
The powerful adrenaline you seek
The strength, the honour, you prattle
These targets were nothing but meek
It was very easy, wasn't it?
To hunt them in their homes
Their carcasses nothing but a thing to spit
On; but at least you snatched your goal
You utter lies to the world
Your honour built on this conspiracy
Towards the targets lips will curl
Your victory comenced so cowardly
''3 of ours killed, 40 of yours died''
Noun verses verb
Clever word play and so many cried
You succeeded in your act to perturb
I bet you were really proud
When you heard about the deaths
An infant, a pregnant woman, such a huge crowd
These killings go on with no regrets
Do you not halt when you see their fear?
Do you not quake when you see their pain?
On what road do you plan to steer?
On what platform do you seek to gain?
I see the flag of Palestine
Throughout this pain and chaos
Hope and courage is so benign
Because the world will clear this mess
We'll clean away the red blood that darkened the skies
We'll re-build their lives and the green foundations of their land
Soon it'll be your turn to cry
For your black heart will no longer stand.

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

Sunday, 7 October 2012

For April.

I have six cousins your age
All small and full of innocence
So of course I was engaged
By your sudden disappearance
I felt everyone's pain
Lodged tight in my throat
Our sanity we contained
Because we all had hope
I hoped for your return
And your mummy to hold you tight
Your sister's reaction loving but stern
Since you had given everyone a fright
So when mum texted me during a lecture
Stating the change in your case
I felt my hope had been captured
Leaving without a hint of trace
I pictured each of my cousins
And felt the tears flow down
My heart had been so stricken
My smile turned into a frown
I recite your story to all six
And watch the fear in their eyes
How they can't understand the tricks
And why you had said goodbye
But they don't understand; so I explain
How you haven't drifted apart
We mustn't feel the loss, the pain
Because you'll always be living in everyone's hearts

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

Friday, 7 September 2012

Dabbling in drawing...


Kay
Barnabas
Ava

  Attempted to draw my pet bird Tamba


.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

Monday, 3 September 2012

Pheonix

I prepare my take off
I spread my wings wide
Get ready it's the final stop
No longer will I hide
I'm a star born to be famous
Watch me as I spread my wings
Watch me as I rise in status
Cutting off the Master's strings
I'll let go of the all the bad words
And titter along the edge
Your spite that had me stirred
You gave me your pledge
I'm getting ready now
My limbs locked with anticipation
No play, no foul
Kiss away the trepidation
I jump now, soaring through the sky
My body free from my choking skin
But what is this, now? Another lie?
Stopping me from this justified win
My skin chokes me once more
The numbness in my heart I kindle
I'm a phoenix right to the core
So I'll just jump again from that window

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.