Archive for March, 2013

Bangkok Coming Soon

Friday, March 22nd, 2013
hangover

OK, this has nothing to do with my play, but they are headed to Bangkok.

The production of my play, Bangkok, is just three (and a bit) weeks away! Opening night is almost sold out (thank you to the swim club and Lesley for buying tickets en masse) and there are some lovely folk who are flying all the way from Christchurch for Thursday night’s show (thank you!).  You don’t want to miss out.  Details, including booking details can be found at the BATS website and on Facebook. (Please note that the beautiful woman in the bikini is in the show.)  The cast is all round excellent, and I like to think the writing is pretty good, too.  Very much hope to see you there!

http://bats.co.nz/shows/bangkok

www.facebook.com/pages/Bangkok-by-Lilla-Csorgo

Those Pauses are Pregnant

Thursday, March 14th, 2013
hand cupping ear

You can’t see but I’m pregnant.

Someone recently asked me how the actors were doing in memorizing their parts for Bangkok because “there are a lot of words.”  This put me in mind of Harold Pinter – English playwright who died the year he received the Nobel Prize. Pinter is famous for his pauses.  All of them pregnant.  Even the headline of his obituary in the New York Times was “Harold Pinter Playwright of the Anxious Pause”, and there is one learned paper entitled “Staging Pinter: From Pregnant Pauses to Political Causes”.  Pinter himself worried about the pauses – that if they weren’t acted just right, they would seem melodramatic.

One has to be a supremely confident actor to be on stage seemingly doing nothing.  You know what line comes next, so the inclination is to just get on with it.  Before it starts becoming uncomfortable.  Same goes for the playwright.  But Pinter relished the discomfort, the actor’s perhaps but mostly the audience’s. 

The most I manage in the text is ‘beat’.

Truth be Told

Thursday, March 7th, 2013

 A fella who is writing a memoir recently joined my writing group, which put me in mind of how restrictive the truth can you can't handle the truthbe.  Of course, the truth is problematic to begin with, since there are at least three sides to every story, but what I have in mind here is the restrictions it places on the writing itself.  Sure you can still be innovative in how you say the story, but the story itself… Life doesn’t lend itself to closure, the tying up of loose ends, and neat little plot twists.  Surely the temptation to tweak, not just for the sake of plot, but to help make sense of it all, to gain some meaning even, must be great.  It would be for me.  I suppose that’s why publishers came up with ‘creative non-fiction’.  That and those pesky libel suits.