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

1 Comments:

Anonymous John The Fool Pierson said...

This entry is helping me to re-think the opening to While The Wind Breathes In An Endless Sea Of Heart The Fool Returns To His Chair. Instead of having the cast roam the stage bumping into each other and greeting one another with abstracted gestures, perhaps there is also a strong wind, I don't want to have mimes walking against the wind, but I bet there are more subtle ways to play with that, like holding on to hats and crates. Something to play with!

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