Two weeks have passed by since Theatre for Living happened in our lives. My immediate desire as soon as I came home from the last day of training was to let my fingers rattle the keys on my beaten-up laptop in order to share my experience and feelings with
comrades from the theatre community. But I had stopped myself. There was still a lot going on in my guts, in all the energy centres in my body. I stopped myself to discover these happenings. I felt the need to explore them and let them explore me before I put them into words. English is after all my 2nd tongue and not the 1st. Two weeks later, now, as I sit in my mildly-lit living room, decidedly trying to translate some of those bodily happenings into Roman alphabets, my gut is still alive and busy digesting all that happened in those 6 days of Theatre for Living, and busting rainbow colours out of them. I feel I could write a book about it all. It´d go on and on like the incessant rain that has been drenching Berlin for the past weeks.
Well no, I´m not gonna write a book. Books can be dangerous, as David beautifully warned. I know now what these gut-happenings would best transform into. It´s beyond words, beyond mere permutations and combinations of 26 Roman alphabets and their nice little punctuation friends. It´ll be my body, with its own language, that will take on the dramaturgy of those 6 days and create beautiful plays of life, love, conflict, integrity, transformation, etc. etc for the rest of my life.
Ah so about this book... well I´ll write a chapter here and there, depending on the season - whether it´s pouring outside, or the lillies have just sprouted, or the evening deserves a glühwein... - but not as a book - 'cause a book needs to be binded, it needs to have a last page, it needs to be read, it needs to be put on the shelf. What I´d rather do is tell little stories. Stories are fine, really. Stories create these webs of relationships; they bring and bind us all together.
David, with his Theatre for Living, has sowed these seeds in me, which have shaken awake certain sleeping nerves and follicles in me, allowing me to be able to listen to stories, to create wonderful stories and tell those stories with the powerful and wonderful language of the body, of humanity, of theatre.
And stories it shall be...
[Mir Mubashir]
comrades from the theatre community. But I had stopped myself. There was still a lot going on in my guts, in all the energy centres in my body. I stopped myself to discover these happenings. I felt the need to explore them and let them explore me before I put them into words. English is after all my 2nd tongue and not the 1st. Two weeks later, now, as I sit in my mildly-lit living room, decidedly trying to translate some of those bodily happenings into Roman alphabets, my gut is still alive and busy digesting all that happened in those 6 days of Theatre for Living, and busting rainbow colours out of them. I feel I could write a book about it all. It´d go on and on like the incessant rain that has been drenching Berlin for the past weeks.
Well no, I´m not gonna write a book. Books can be dangerous, as David beautifully warned. I know now what these gut-happenings would best transform into. It´s beyond words, beyond mere permutations and combinations of 26 Roman alphabets and their nice little punctuation friends. It´ll be my body, with its own language, that will take on the dramaturgy of those 6 days and create beautiful plays of life, love, conflict, integrity, transformation, etc. etc for the rest of my life.
Ah so about this book... well I´ll write a chapter here and there, depending on the season - whether it´s pouring outside, or the lillies have just sprouted, or the evening deserves a glühwein... - but not as a book - 'cause a book needs to be binded, it needs to have a last page, it needs to be read, it needs to be put on the shelf. What I´d rather do is tell little stories. Stories are fine, really. Stories create these webs of relationships; they bring and bind us all together.
David, with his Theatre for Living, has sowed these seeds in me, which have shaken awake certain sleeping nerves and follicles in me, allowing me to be able to listen to stories, to create wonderful stories and tell those stories with the powerful and wonderful language of the body, of humanity, of theatre.
And stories it shall be...
[Mir Mubashir]
