Consideration on the sidelines of the vision of
"The sign of the sacred monsters" of Danio Manfredini
The word of the theater, the word is firm, clear-cut. One: what is said is said!
In the 'stuck' is written sense, the sentence after sentence is clarified. It unfolds the need.
If everything comes from a question, when you get on the "tables", it constructs the answer, the truth. That the actors with their actions and the "ideological" in the text.
One question, one doubt, is intended to result in "the sacred sign of the monsters," the demand that great weight is placed at the end: "what do I need to do the shows?". The answer, immediately after, the scene is: "to anything." A query from
outcome! Epitaph for a world that seems to live only for this. Seduced, compromise, symbiotic, itself only show.
represent is dictated.
resounds that question mark, t'insegue, back the curtain closed. A slight velatino, coming down like an eyelid, you re-close on a heavily autobiographical story populated by the madness with all its psychiatric climates. From the "pax" a foul-mouthed hilarity sumptuously, the delusions of all the dogs, the screams, the crying of "I am exhausted."
But what is the meaning of that question? Coming from where it is said, launched from a stage? And 'the theater asking, alone, lost in his "nakedness". What is the show where there is sharing, love and understanding? The scene
Danio Manfredini constructs is clear: many openings with an internal light. The next day, with its temperature through the dining hall of a community mental health. Each door opening into a soul. A "tragic soul" that is in front to give her evil, unheard.
"I need protection," said one.
We all need protection. Madness is common condition. Everything is in its limit. Only there, where the madness is manifest, named, tamed: "It 's a pump and then get out of the rind." Alone, I find the sublime, tragic truth imbued the purity of the pain.
The 'operator' is the oject of love, the mediator, the neutral servant who attends, prepares, receives. There is between him inside and out. Present, impossible, no power except that of the creative gift. At the outset of medicalization.
There is a saying, calling on the phone: "Hello Vatican? I have a certain urgency to talk with the Pope. " But the Pope is not there, not responding. Do not talk about power, not match! Talk to him alone, he dictated the rules, or you can and can not be. The rest is "the human family."
"sprouts," says someone in the scene but "we are like the flowers off."
"I love and hope" is that "not even charity, is a crying, sobbing. " Here, we lack of charity, compassion.
That is all. That's it! The show is not needed.
Mauro Marino
"The sign of the sacred monsters" of Danio Manfredini
The word of the theater, the word is firm, clear-cut. One: what is said is said!
In the 'stuck' is written sense, the sentence after sentence is clarified. It unfolds the need.
If everything comes from a question, when you get on the "tables", it constructs the answer, the truth. That the actors with their actions and the "ideological" in the text.
One question, one doubt, is intended to result in "the sacred sign of the monsters," the demand that great weight is placed at the end: "what do I need to do the shows?". The answer, immediately after, the scene is: "to anything." A query from
outcome! Epitaph for a world that seems to live only for this. Seduced, compromise, symbiotic, itself only show.
represent is dictated.
resounds that question mark, t'insegue, back the curtain closed. A slight velatino, coming down like an eyelid, you re-close on a heavily autobiographical story populated by the madness with all its psychiatric climates. From the "pax" a foul-mouthed hilarity sumptuously, the delusions of all the dogs, the screams, the crying of "I am exhausted."
But what is the meaning of that question? Coming from where it is said, launched from a stage? And 'the theater asking, alone, lost in his "nakedness". What is the show where there is sharing, love and understanding? The scene
Danio Manfredini constructs is clear: many openings with an internal light. The next day, with its temperature through the dining hall of a community mental health. Each door opening into a soul. A "tragic soul" that is in front to give her evil, unheard.
"I need protection," said one.
We all need protection. Madness is common condition. Everything is in its limit. Only there, where the madness is manifest, named, tamed: "It 's a pump and then get out of the rind." Alone, I find the sublime, tragic truth imbued the purity of the pain.
The 'operator' is the oject of love, the mediator, the neutral servant who attends, prepares, receives. There is between him inside and out. Present, impossible, no power except that of the creative gift. At the outset of medicalization.
There is a saying, calling on the phone: "Hello Vatican? I have a certain urgency to talk with the Pope. " But the Pope is not there, not responding. Do not talk about power, not match! Talk to him alone, he dictated the rules, or you can and can not be. The rest is "the human family."
"sprouts," says someone in the scene but "we are like the flowers off."
"I love and hope" is that "not even charity, is a crying, sobbing. " Here, we lack of charity, compassion.
That is all. That's it! The show is not needed.
Mauro Marino
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