Doors open at 6.50 for a 7pm start.
We’re standing at the foothills of lurching, unintuitive, disinterested exponentials.
Stood at the bottom looking up. At every interval of drudging ascent a heady combination of vertigo and dread. And boredom.
Waiting that is not a prelude to something else, but is instead a permanent condition.
This performance is rooted in Samuel Beckett’s high modernist 1952 play ‘Waiting for Godot’, read now, as science fiction.
Beckett’s fantasy in the latter part of his career was of a play without characters, without actors or dialogue. In that vein, with a few decisive strokes we can draw out the shape of ‘Waiting for Godot’, “A country road, a tree, evening”, and together with a sense of anticipation, get to it, ‘the good stuff’.
And that’s how this production will elapse. An audience will be seated, lights will go down then up elsewhere, the play will start and ultimately finish and there will be no cast of characters but the audience itself.
Then together we will wait for something to happen.
Curated by Sol Miles
Free, entry, everyone is welcome – bring your friends and neighbours!
