By Howard Barker
Demise, the only and the paintings of Theatre is the most recent choice of Barkers detailed and revelatory philosophical musings on theatre. it's a lovely array of speculations, deductions, prose poems and poetic aperçus that casts a different and unflinching gentle at the nature of tragedy, eroticism, love and theatre. Exploring the juncture among aesthetics and metaphysics, the publication seems to be on the human adventure of affection and demise as lifestyles at its so much intrinsically theatrical. Howard Barker is an the world over popular playwright whose works are on a regular basis produced all through Europe and the USA. he's widely recognized for his debatable explorations into modern tragedy and his anti-Brechtian concentrate on the irrational and the catastrophic. he's frequently credited as a tremendous effect at the iteration of playwrights that incorporates Sarah Kane. dying, the single and the artwork of the Theatre is a profoundly unsettling and encouraging piece of writing and extends the problem to orthodox morality that Barker first offered in Arguments for a Theatre, a problem he describes as males and womens mystery eager for the incomprehensible nature of discomfort.
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But she has already repudiated this life . . This is the secret intelligence of the tragic experience, that the world is inadequate. Without this recognition, how can she negotiate her own death? 33 ● Tragedy does not stoop to hate life, for loving life and hating life are equally infantile, the philosophical equivalent of a nursery rhyme. Tragedy has no opinion . . ● Death communicates nothing. To describe it as mute is to speak only part of its mystery. It is not to be found on the surface of the cadaver (however one strains to make meaning from the cadaver, it yields nothing, it resists meaning, or if it owns a vocabulary we do not know it) .
The theatre thus: ‘let us describe what the audience feels. It will thank us for it’. The art of theatre thus: ‘let us describe what the audience does not know it feels. ’ ● 39 Lying and death. If death is in all things, is it not also in lying, which is the gesture par excellence of the life-lover, with his passion to master the world of facts, to re-arrange it, to be the supreme conjuror of things? In his impatience to evade the actual, the liar resembles a dancer and like a dancer he is susceptible to mortal exhaustion, for the actual will insist upon itself, leaning hard on his shoulders.
Only ‘I love you’ surpasses ‘I wish I were dead’ in the extent of its universality, even if it partakes of its 50 ambiguity. ’). He longed to hear the one plead for his affirmation. He withheld only to restore . . ● I have to be dead. Whatever death is, I must know it (whatever dead is, I must be it). I am therefore impatient, because the inevitable provokes impatience, as if a game of withholding were played with me, and my pride resented it. ● He held between his fingers a photograph of the one.
Death, the one and the art of theatre by Howard Barker