|
Lazzi’s
treatment of Witkacy
Rather than perform one of Witkacy’s own plays, Lazzi
are interested in creating a collage of the man and his work, an autobiographical sketching in the stylistic spirit of Witkacy
himself. The life and work of Witkacy are portrayed not in a linear or
realistic way, but in the ‘absurd’ manner of an abstract painting.
The piece explores, and attempts to play ‘pure form’. The form of
the piece offers images through which an understanding of the man can be
derived.
Discontinuities, parody, silliness, intensity. The unknown is full of
surprises.
Cast
of Characters
Witkacy
: Sandy Grierson
Direktor/Psychiatrist/Witkacy : David WW Johnstone
Witkacy
Idiota: an outline
Witkacy Idiota
is a performance piece in three
sections, each played in a different ‘form’.
Act One, 'Surreal Therapy', directly influenced by Witkacy’s
play The Madman and the Nun,
appears to offer the audience a scene of the young Witkacy and his psychiatrist in
a mental asylum: the sarcastic psychiatrist ‘treats’ the young
Witkacy, penetrating his memory and dissecting his legacy in a series of
visually charged images incorporating surreal physicality and absurd vocals. The
young Witkacy responds to psychoanalysis with 'patches and scraps': his
behaviour is fragmented, frenzied, foolish, broken, jerky, crazy. He is an
embodiment of the experimentation process, of the constant search for a
Pure Form. He is a crazy locomotive running off the rails. The Direktor
of this experiment (or the psychiatrist) might personify a sly Witkacy now
returning to us from the dead, moving with a sense of retrospective wisdom and
simplicity, a Witkacy perhaps laughing at his earlier incarnation.
In Act Two (intermezzo), 'Tropical Fantasy', we move from the asylum to the
Tropics: we witness the nonsensical delirium of the senses and the ecstatic happiness
of drug addiction and experimentation, revelled in before the reality of the First World War.
In the third and silent Act
Three, 'Crazy Death', we enter a darker, moodier zone, a place of shadows, of sincere and
quiet introspection. We finally recognise Witkacy, returned from the
dead, like the characters in so many of his plays, his ‘comedies with
corpses’. He has been with us all along. |