Thursday, May 31, 2007

"There's a gale from the southwest today. The air in the square is swirling about. The tip of the Town Hall is teetering in small circles. All this agitation should be controlled. Every window pane is rattling and the lamp posts are bending like bamboos. The very robe of the Virgin Mary on her column is fluttering and the stormy wind is snatching at it. Is no one aware of this? The ladies and gentlemen who should be walking on the paving stones are driving along. When the wind slackens, they come to a stop, exchange a few words and bow to each other, but when the wind blows again they can't help themselves, all their feet leave the ground at the same moment. They have to hold on to their hats, of course, but their eyes twinkle merrily as if there were only a gentle breeze. No one's afraid but me.' "

-- Conversation With the Supplicant by Franz Kafka

Monday, May 28, 2007

"I have often heard it said in a vulgar proverb, the wise man may be instructed by a fool. Seeing the answers and responses of sage and judicious men have in no manner of way satisfied you, take advice of some fool, and possibly by doing so you may come to get that counsel which will be agreeable to your own heart's desire and contentment. You know how by the advice and counsel and prediction of fools, many kings, princes, states, and commonwealths have been preserved, several battles gained, and divers doubts of the most perplexed intricacy resolved.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

"The gait of the vidusaka [a stock fool character in Sanskrit drama] has three comical properties...his corporeal defects (and movements), his talk and because of his costume and make-up. He has protruding teeth, is bald-headed, hunchbacked and lame and has a distorted face. When he makes his entrance in such a way, the laughter is due to his 'limbs.' When, however, he walks like a bird, looking up and down, he is also, owing to his excessively wide strides, laughable due to his limbs. Laughter due to words is the effect of incoherent talk." -- The Natyasastra, quoted in Fools Are Everywhere

"Wherever he may be, the Holy Fool exposes the artifices of the worldly structures which serve as guarantors of the divine order"
- Holy Fools and Beyond

"Embracing a form of non-illusory theater in order to present our lives and ideas as directly as possible. All our plays are set on the stage in front of the audience. All our characters are ourselves. All our stories really happened. All our tasks are actual challenges. We do not aim to "suspend the audience's disbelief," but to create a world where the stage is a continuation of daily life."
- Neo Futurist Statement of Purpose

Thursday, May 24, 2007

"And he gave me such a box on the eare, that stroke me cleane through three chambers, downe foure paire of staires, fell ore five barrels, into the bottome of the seller, and if I had not well lickard my selfe there, I had never liv'd after it."

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Hey fools -

I am trying to do systematic searches to collect images of fools and fool-related antics and episodes. If you've come across anything fantastically foolish could you either post a link in the comments or otherwise get the image to me for the growing fool archive.

- evan

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

The Fools need crates and old functioning tape recorders. If you have access to either of these please let us know.

Also the ensemble in rehearsals is playing with foolish social scenerios in order to generate ideas for the show. A few days ago I was carrying a crate on the CTA Bus. I sat in the back where all the new buses have people sitting pretty close together facing each other, which should be good for generating conversation, but in Chicago only makes all parties feel self-conscious and invaded. While I was sitting back there a man began laughing under his breath. Over the next 5 minutes it grew intense, heavy guffaws. He was looking at a xeroxed copy of a book, so perhaps he just found a passage that was extremely funny. But he continued laughing off and on, mostly on, for the entire ride (35 minutes) taking in loud choke-like breathes and laughing, snickering, and of course guffawing. It seemed obvious that he had some kind of social anxiety and this was his way of dealing with it, but the affect it had on the passengers and me,holding a crate in my hand, was almost more fascinating than his social defense. I felt like we were all cogs in a communal foolish producing machine. We ignored him, we looked up occasionally and snickered with him, and to ourselves, we exchanged glances that somehow soothed our own anxieties for moments. Are started thinking irrational thoughts. "Maybe he's laughing at me." "Maybe he knows something I don't, prophetic humor, maybe we are all laughable, ridiculous humans packed in this moving machine." Also, like the work of the Holy Fools, something in his actions made me feel responsible for his anxiety, and yet I had a stronger need to try to ignore him. It seemed a perfect scenereo for our study about "who is the Fool".

So now I open up the conversation for anyone; ensemble, friends and strangers to please share similar scenereos with us, so that we have more variety to play with while in rehearsals. Short or long but any personal experience where who was foolish seemed to be in question.


The Management.
This is the book
Monkey: A Journey to the West
The Classic Chinese Tale of Pilgrimage and Adventure
retold by David Kherdian

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Here are some photos to inspire foolery: