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Dialogue 1
Icarus awakes
I: Has another day ended?
D: The sun has only just risen
I: Wake me up when this dreary existence is over.
D: Son, if imprisonment and hibernation were synonymous, I would have no concern about your sad survival as a lump under a bedsheet. Get up.
Icarus lights candle
I: You know what, old man, you’re absolutely right. What with all the activities and opportunities in this merry cell, why on earth do I waste my time in bed when I could be doing....(pause) nothing.
D: There is plenty to do and say.
I: Well then perhaps I am as blind as a prophet. Revere me. Goodnight.
(goes to blow out candle)
D: Stop!
I: I can’t hear you. Goodnight.
(motions to blow candle again)
D: I taught you to wear education like a threat. Answer me this, prophet.
I: Give me your best
D: Of what manner is the candle at the lick of the flame?
I: It is like nectar
D: Touching the nectar, what do you find?
I: It is like honey, thicker than before.
D: Yes, and furthermore…
I: Dense like the honeycomb, binding one and one together.
D: Right. Nothing more?
I: None to be said. Were those challenges or folly? Father, you too should rest.
D: Understand, Icarus, I want you to sleep with your feet on the pillow and your head in the clouds but you have only been burrowing yourself into the insipid. There is a spark in you, young boy.
I: You too must understand that I have been tickling my mind with human fingers since birth. I can find my way. You always seem to think I am destined to trip on the doorstep to my downfall but I can dust my backside and cure my affliction. You worry too much.
D: I do worry. You have the raw power of a tongue left untied in you. As sharp as it is you make me proud.
I: Thank you father but leave me to my own.
D: I invest my future in my child’s past and my past in their ever-present so that I may face eternity. We will escape, Icarus.
I: In a thousand suns
D: In one.
I: How so?
D: Was it not your idea? Through the most fluid of nectar, the thickness of honey and the sturdiest of honeycomb.
Dialogue 2
T: I dream of you. I dreamt of you last night. I woke up in the cusp of dawn happy, so very, very happy, and then suddenly my cell, like your city, fell into pieces. I miss you terribly…have you been sleeping?
A: Sleep is fictional. I laid lengthwise in the helpless pockets of my room waiting for the night to swallow me whole. I was empty.
T: And terrified.
A: …The moon is full…
T: Of heartache. I saw you in a dream
A: It was only a dream. Are you rested?
T: I slept so deeply I could not wake up alone. I need you more than ever. I have a story the world needs to hear!
A: We are but two lonely nomads, speak.
T: In the hollow of the night, I heard Saturn whisper “I love you”, looking at your worn-in shoes, felt the birth of a comet traveling up your legs. Centered in the universe, your arms were Mars’s axis. But you were never angry.
A: You are cold!
T: I know, it’s this tragedy of speech.
A: You break every bone in my body with your shivers. You burn my throat with moonshine and tattoo my tongue so I can only talk about you. Release me from this nightmare and hurry back! (Theseus walks to window) What do you see?
T: A jungle of Cypress trees, each leaf as sharp as glass. Maps drawing themselves on my palms wearing complex patterns that colour me vulnerable. Camouflage abandoned on the island of our birth.
A: You will be safe (Hands Theseus the yarn). Love rests in every crevice—hiding in ash trays, across the dashboard, under plush velvet mats, aflame in my hands.
T: I am too focused on the romantic. Maybe you’ll sleep alone tonight.
A: Why would you say such a thing?
T: Because of this specific form of broken heart. We are torn apart by this outside factor, this storm, and it will not pass. God will it to pass, but it won’t.
A: You’re reducing me
T: No
A: You’re reducing me! I stand before you, my soul uncovered. If I dig my hand into your pocket I search for your wrist to grasp. If I dig into your lips I will clamp. If I dig into your heart, let me stay there…I am by your side. I’m not just a lover.
T: To call you my lover is not a euphemism, it is the strictest word I could call you. It is the perfect poem.
A: You will return.
T: I will try.
A: You must return. You must let me wonder at your beauty, the full human being which you are.
T: Perhaps. A love reincarnated, again brought into flesh. Where is a grave not a rosebed?
A: What are you saying?
T: Where is a coffin not a vessel?
A: You’re coming back!
T: Where is he who has not changed and where are they who have not transformed? I want you to be prepared for whatever may come
A: You will be back.
T: So be it.
A: And when you do.
T: And when I do I will kiss the face of rejuvenation (embrace)
A: Your words curl like smoke into the night. Hurry back.
End Scene
Monologues (dialogues coming soon)
Had I known the violence resting between his robes
I would have clicked my heels and ran.
Had I known he was blind to the tips of my fingers
I would have asked him to pinch my cheeks
To restore colour to this desolate dream
We awake washed in a blame cultured by my memory
Wrapped in dirty wools willing to keep a kings hands clean!
And here we end
An atlas mapped with crossing paths
Cutting like glass into my veins
I think some days I am an excuse for a human being
Scrambling to find equal footing with men who will never understand what it is to make, to create
Never exhaling the lower case letters that have made home in my chest.
There is a science to belief,
Icarus…
I will open the quieted hollows of my lungs
To carry you
I will unbutton the seam of horizon from this window
To flow into flight
Waved by mortals
Embraced by Gods
Tonight, Icarus,
We will be Gods.
Floating above the mountain peaks of darkness,
drenching our days with the impossible
Ariadne: prayer for Theseus
I told him to love me harder.
Swallow the words that came out too loud, tangling around my ankles like tree roots.
planted between the then and now.
Then, I could taste loneliness
Entwining myself in this string, afraid that fear would one day lodge itself in my throat.
Then, I let Thursday slip to Friday, and I just couldn't forgive myself for being human.
I remember when
His love suddenly
Clanked against my bones like ice on liquor.
It was the moment I first lost the smell of my mothers hairs
A distant memory crashing on the shores of some soft eastern beach.
I wait for my lover to be carried home on the naked spines of each star,
My tongue bleeding with forgotten reasons as to why
I could time my tears like clockwork.
Then, I found I couldn't sleep
Without the protection of moonlight across my back.
The darkness swelled like ripened fruit.
I found myself
Fighting for future memories of love,
Because I am imperfect, but I will stand perfectly before you.
Group D
More Daedalus details for plot and colour - including a description of the Labyrinth
"There is still in Egypt, in the Nome of Heracleopolites, a labyrinth, which was the first constructed, three thousand six hundred years ago, they say, by King Petesuchis or Tithöes: although, according to Herodotus, the entire work was the production of no less than twelve kings, the last of whom was Psammetichus. As to the purpose for which it was built, there are various opinions: Demoteles says that it was the palace of King Moteris, and Lyceas that it was the tomb of Mœris, while many others assert that it was a building consecrated to the Sun, an opinion which mostly prevails.
"That Dædalus took this for the model of the Labyrinth which he constructed in Crete, there can be no doubt; though he only reproduced the hundredth part of it, that portion, namely, which encloses circuitous passages, windings, and inextricable galleries which lead to and fro. We must not, comparing this last to what we see delineated on our mosaic pavements, or to the mazes formed in the fields for the amusement of children, suppose it to be a narrow promenade along which we may walk for many miles together; but we must picture to ourselves a building filled with numerous doors, and galleries which continually mislead the visitor, bringing him back, after all his wanderings, to the spot from which he first set out. This Labyrinth is the second, that of Egypt being the first. There is a third in the Isle of Lemnos, and a fourth in Italy.
"They are all of them covered with arched roofs of polished stone…"
Group B
Remember to check the chalk board in the studio for group updates.
Dan
Chalkboard
The chalkboard located next to the studio lounge has been turned into yet another message board for the play. Remember to check it regularly for announcements and important dates. Feel free to contribute to it, just ask Eisa for chalk :)
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Please choose 3 groups of your preference starting with the one that you like best. If your first choice is full I'll sign you up for the second and so on. I
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You can change groups later if the group is not full or if you find someone to change with you.
Group A: minotaur, wings, labyrinth. Producer = Eisa
Group B: settling in Crete, history of Daedalus. Producer = Dan
Group C: wings, Daedalus as inventor. Producer = Adam
Group D: snail, golden thread. Producer = Yolanda
Group E: murder of Perdix by Daedalus. Producer = Mike L.
Minutes from May 14 all-class meeting
Tracey: Murray Schaefer's Patria
Canadians identify themselves geographically, e.g. north
Schaefer's work requires audience participation (hiking, camping)
theatre is not easy- requires complete involvement
Patria: mix of classical with indigenous mythology and language
actors speak in archaic languages so that voice acts as music
theatre of confluence as opposed to competition
arts fused together without negating character of each
opera = rank-order creation
all arts must evolve simultaneously
parallel theatre-architecture as a confluence of disciplines
what is the purpose of art?
Primary purpose is exultation
sensational, miraculous, feel powerful forces
our experiences become new through new ways of seeing
the purpose: to effect a change in our existential condition
art makes divinities out of everything
what happens when one sees oneself from outside oneself?
transition from sensing to thinking = renaissance
orgin of theatre in ritual, religion, mythology, miracles
productions have to be related and tied together
tragedy: from high point to low point
comedy: from low point to high point
medieval passion play as precedent
Class discussion:
iconography: thread, bull, spiral
chronological order is not mandatory
audience should feel mirrored, theatre is not just a spectacle
example: take characters from Beckett's End Game and apply them to the mythology
Organization:
Group A: minotaur, wings, labyrinth. Producer = Eisa
Group B: settling in Crete, history of Daedalus. Producer = Dan
Group C: wings, Daedalus as inventor. Producer = Adam
Group D: snail, golden thread. Producer = Yolanda
Group E: murder of Perdix by Daedalus. Producer = Mike L.
Writers: Amanda, Justin, Cat, Amrit, Sam O., Danielle, Yan, Jessie
Geoff:
the character of Project 3 is determined by the play
draw material explorations, spatial conditions from projects 1 and 2 to create built installations
not “set” but “built environments”
last 2.5 weeks of studio is Project 3 intense build
we design collectively
location is undetermined at the moment
in a warehouse, we have control over lighting, access to freight elevator, protection from elements
anyone who wants to scout for a site should do it!
Research the process of negotiation: what permissions do you need to have?
The budget could be $500 per person
we can rent scaffolding, tools, transport
draft a letter to co-op employers asking for money?
Put possible sites on the blog, ask for opinions
Let's get started
"In effect, the commercial producer, with the help of assistants, licenses a playwright's script, raises funds from investors (so-called angels or backers), hires the artistic staff, rents a theater, negotiates with unions, rents theatrical equipment (such as lights or a sound board), oversees publicity and ticket sales, and takes responsibility for all financial aspects of the production. Usually, the producer works in tandem with a general manager and others to accomplish the daily running of the production, from rehearsals to closing."
"Today, the stage director collaborates with the playwright, actors, designers, and technicians .... In all events, the director is the controlling artist responsible for unifying the production elements. The director works intensely with actors in rehearsals, helping them discover their characters' inner lives and project their discoveries vocally and visually to the audience."
Minutes from May 12 meeting
Ideas:
Daedalus' point of view changes from experience (section) to plan
labyrinth: one path or many paths?
Daedalus is trapped by his greatest invention (labyrinth)
knowledge has a price
Alan Turing- questions of emergence- what makes a soul?
Labyrinth inside the mind
anachronism vs. rewriting the exact same story
myth as a tool to illustrate concepts
multiplicity of views/times as well as paths = labyrinth (maze?)
changing view of labyrinth: as a really long trail or as endless possible paths – internal (life) vs. external
audience expects theatrical experience
identify characters
do we need a story?
Change scales (snail vs. labyrinth)
Daedalus' first invention is a dancing-ground for Ariadne- he invented landscape?
String has multiple connections to stories: Daedalus' wings, the snail and the golden string
Structures/ Organizations:
Automata: possibly create music
people as set? People as architecture?
Trap the audience in a labyrinth
set is automated = device
Stories:
The golden thread
Minotaur, bull, lover
Perdix (nephew) murdered by Daedalus because Daedalus was jealous
Daedalus as the grandson of Erechtheus, founder of Athens
Banishment of Daedalus by Minos
Daedalus captured because he could thread a snail
Daedalus' connection with Ariadne, “the lady of the labyrinth”
Things to Do:
fundraise
establish business/sponsor contacts
organize events early: pre-sale of tickets, bring ideas to class
determine organization and interests of class and rough idea of roles
production team
This is the work of R. Murray Schaefer that Tracy was telling us about.
There are some cool images of scenes and costumes...
"The journey is broken into a series of diminishing sections: 9 encounters, 8 trials, 7 experiences, 6 perceptions, 5 contemplations, 4 arcana, 3 deceptions, 2 divinities and finally rebirth."




