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People just want to be heard. They may not know what they're saying. But they just want to be heard
Soapbox Rant: You just want us all to suffer
It’s not acceptable from a man or woman it’s not right for you to be flaunting your stench to the world ok i understand the days you wake up late in a hurry and forget to put deodorant on that’s cool I’ll forgive you but it’s those that become oblivious to the BO that undeniable PONG that makes your nostrils curl that has your eyes watering like an onion, I’ve stood next to homeless people who don’t beef so there’s no reason for it when you can walk into pound land and buy perfume soap and deodorant for next to nothing it’s always on offer when you go into superdrug boots the chemist the list is endless and yet here you are allowing your pong to manifest standing in a packed out lift turning faces sour and in summer is when all the culprits like to come out and play like boo boo wash your clothes no sense is wearing that tshirt that you sweated in yesterday the smell sticks to you and you decide to wear is again I MEAN CAN YOU not smell it don’t you ever think hey what is that smell, I mean do you not see people’s faces squint like they’ve eaten a sour lemon…there’s no reason I should walk into room and it stinks of a BO that we all can smell apart from the one who’s emitting this atomic frequency, I’m not talking bout tramps of people who live in shelters I am talking about that girl you wrk with the cashier at subway like you have a Job so that means you have money to buy and yet you refuse you just want us all to suffer.
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Soapbox Thoughts
What almost immediately springs to mind is Speakers Corner- it's a bubble of talk, of listening and eager acknowledgement that people are frustrated with the current national order of things. People want and deserve more, choosing to rise on a box highlights a assertive belief in oneself and ability to communicate and spread a message. I also find the name 'Soapbox' something we could play on, someone literally arguing for 'soap boxes' to no longer be produced as it is a wasteful resource that is simply thrown away. Alternatively, I am drawn to thinking of 'soapboxes' people use in their lives without actively standing on a soapbox. Take Rosa Parks for instance a woman that took to a soapbox without actively being in front of one. It seems quite patriarchal and linked to ideas of masculinity, which might be an interesting dynamic to play around with. I think power is also something quite inherent in someone standing up on a 'soapbox'- someone speaks someone listens, very clear cut- another relationship that would be interesting to breakdown. Liah
Kwame Ture 1966
I see a scene where...
Civil Rights movement in America, a black man is campaigning to end segregation and for equal rights. The soap box he is standing on however, is a not a box at all, but caucasian people - white, middle aged men who look a bit like reagan, in suits. They form the shape of a box and support the black man as he speaks. - the white people/box can represent the white supporters of the civil rights movement and right down to the abolitionists like wilberforce and beecher stowe.
Mustafa
We are all here to be heard, but who will choose to hear? What can we all do to be heard? What lengths do I have to go through for me to be noticed? You hear what I say but do you value it ... does it hit or miss you?
Stills from the recent #TYPT production of LIE WITH ME which played at The Royal Central School of Speech and Drama's Embassy Theatre from 14 - 16 August 2014.
Audiences said:
“Hand of god – that’s what I thought at the end – and how that can so often feel like betrayal. Powerful stuff and hard to believe that it all came about in just four weeks from scratch. Amazing.”
"Superb theatre - loved the way physical theatre was used to punctuate the surreal theme. And the ending! Oh my ..." "Everyone in it was really strong and I liked the way that everyone was given a chance to shine as part of the whole piece" "I know the TYPT method. No script, starting from scratch and just 4 weeks to deliver a show. The result is awesome. It would make a great TV film" "Theatre you just have to give yourself up to"
LIE WITH ME
LIE WITH ME: What happens when all the promises you make to yourself and others are broken?
Set in a surreal hospital, watch as group dynamics crumble in the face of betrayal. Physical theatre and a haunting soundscape combine to create an evening of powerful drama.
Who can you really trust?
Book to see this year's #TYPT production, LIE WITH ME:www.ticketsource.co.uk/Talawa
14 - 16 August The Royal Central School of Speech and Drama Embassy Theatre Doors Open 7pm Show 7.30pm
Week 3: A picture forms
Entering week 3 and we're finally getting to see the structure of our final piece.
Slowly but surely things are coming together. Admittedly, a few of us were worried about whether we would be able to get a good show together in the little time we had, but soon realised that we just had to trust the awesomeness of our creative team. And an awesome team they really are. Bit by bit we are being introduced to our props and set, things couldn't get any more exciting! They probably will though! *scream*
Being pushed every single day with ruthless circuit training to build up our stamina is one of the many things I didn't expect to encounter but very glad I did.
From day 1, we were told that this would be a very physical show; we could need to go from a scene to a physical sequence possibly with some dialogue intertwined then back into a scene all looking as effortless as walking down the street. Okay, maybe slightly more effort, but you get the picture.
One of the aspects of this process I am really loving is simply getting to know and becoming friends with my fellow cast members, an amazing group of people all who bring their own special spice to the mix. Initially, this doesn't seem like a very crucial ingredient to putting on a successful production but it's surprising how much of a difference actually liking the people you're working with makes. Who knew?!
I still find myself trying to pinpoint exactly what I did in the audition to make the Talawa team pick me ahead of the many other talented performers I witnessed, but I'm just immensely grateful that they did.
TYPT is such an incredible opportunity! Once this process is over I will be filled with such melancholy (sorry for the dramatics, I just wanted to slip in my favorite word!) although proud that I was a part of something so magnificent and finally honored that I can now associate myself with the small, but feisty force that is Talawa Theatre Company.
Everyone who comes to see the show is sure to be in for a treat (maybe even a trick or two if you're lucky).
Watch this space!
Angelina Chudi
Rehearsals for #TYPT's Lie With Me continue
Week 2 Reflections
The last few days in TYPT have been funny (the amount of african accents flying around is enough for a blockbuster Nollywood movie) , challenging (physically, mentally and emotionally) and eye opening. We’ve all come to the realization that our piece will be an intensely physical one. I for one am incredibly excited for what we are about to produce. To combine intense, physically spectacular acrobatics with the director/writing/dramaturgical powerhouse that is our director Ola Animashaun is sure to be a marriage in performance heaven!
Through exercises in acrobatics, acrobalance, contact improvisations, mafia games and character building- the theme of trust runs through them all: All the different, fragmented facets of it which include abuses of trust.
What does it take for one to trust somebody? What if that person doesn’t trust you? What if you betray somebody by accident? What happens when everybody/nobody trusts you? What happens when you don’t even trust yourself?
Do we ever actually trust someone completely? Can we?
…Should we?
Are we getting a bit deep now? lol too many questions.
But seriously, the play we are coming to produce is one that all can relate to. However, it’s going to be a show that will be told very differently. A show that perhaps you might just need to come and watch it twice…Just a bit of advice ;)
That rhymed.
Tristan
As the second week rounds up, I can honestly say this has been a unique and very worthwhile experience so far. I truly am grateful for the opportunity Talawa have given me, I am relishing every task and skill building thrown my way. Meeting the company, learning and growing with the ensemble as performers has been satisfying to say the least. We're starting to get into the thick of devising now and the narrative is getting stronger and being strengthened still by our various exercises done under the watchful eye of our ever writing director Ola, giving us interesting scenarios and subtexts to play with. It's been challenging but fun getting to grips (literally) with the acrobatic lifts and getting creative with this new skillset with Coral (our movement director) and Lila of Circ Arts on hand for guidance. Seeing the space on Thursday was great, I can wait to see what world our off-stage manage to pull off with it. Our characters are being fleshed out (as is our fitness!) and the play is gearing up to be a very physical and engaging piece. I'm ready and looking forward to what week 3 will bring our way.