'if'... Thoughts, wrote Nietzsche, are shadows of our feelings: always darker, emptier, and simpler than these. And the written word, it strikes me, is but a shadow of our thoughts.
"two roles, the identical Reader and Listener, in "Ohio Impromptu," a hauntingly beautiful, elegiac 10-minute play more moving than its throwaway title suggests. (It was written for a 1981 symposium honoring Beckett at Ohio State University.) With flowing white hair and a black coat, Mr. Irons faces himself at a long table. The Reader begins reading from a book, a tale of the Listener's lost and perhaps dead love. At times the silent Listener raps on the table, as if he can bear no more, and the Reader pauses, only to pick up the tale again. Mr. Irons, his face hollow, creates a timeless portrait of loss. As the Reader, the ghost of a memory, he does justice to Beckett's graceful words: "Stay, where we were so long alone together. My shade will comfort you." The Listener responds with expressions of excruciating sorrow.[nyt]
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""The play is about the plight of refugees," Mr. Sellars says in a restaurant on Mercer Street after the rehearsal, "and we are taking it to places where immigration is a hot-button issue. We have more refugees today than ever before in the history of the planet, but even in America, which was built by immigrants, we have a schizophrenic attitude when it comes to admitting refugees into the country." [nyt]"
Proust wrote: "The only true voyage of discovery, the only really rejuvenating experience would not be to visit strange lands, but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees."
"In everyday life 'if' is an evasion, in the theatre 'if' is the truth. In everyday life 'if' is a fiction, in the theatre 'if' is an experiment." Peter Brook -- The Empty Space