META – produceret af Poetisk Podcast

– mit tredje producerede drama

Forårskræfterne er begyndt at vise sig og vi har fundet vej i vores meta-lag igen, denne gang med Philippe Christiansen som Kræften og Trine Runge som Meta – hovedrollerne i Kenneth Krabats META. Som så meget andet p.t. blev optagelserne lavet via ZOOM.

Efter en fuld indlæsningsdag samlede de to hovedaktører nogle tanker omkring teksten:

Kenneth Krabat har skabt en tankevækkende, forførende og drilsk tekst som med en insisterende invitation får os til at kigge indad: Kan vi berige vores liv med det uønskede? Integrere det grumme? Døden? Kræften i alle dens ubehagelige og provokerende aspekter?
—Philippe Christiansen

Meta er for mig en tekst som handler om fravær af nærvær i en meget travlt og overfladisk nutid. Nærvær, og fravær af nærvær dukker hele tiden op i teksten. Kræften – eller sygdommen – tvinger mennesket til at være nærværende. Og de to Meta-mennesker cirkler rundt om vores drømme om hvordan liv og død bør være, og det fraværende liv i vores overfladiske dagligdag. Helt konkret udtrykt som vores allestedsnærværende Avatar.
—Trine Runge

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Quora Q/A: Are plays a lower art form than novels and poems? 

– or “is life art?”

Source: https://www.quora.com/Are-plays-a-lower-art-form-than-novels-and-poems/answer/Kenneth-Krabat-1

High and low art… What nonsense.

Art is art. But there are levels of competence and dedication embedded in every piece of art. And there can be references embedded, as well, only visible to the experienced or patient senses.

How capitalism treats works of art is another matter. It seems that elitism as sales arguments has run amok. And that in itself will rid the masses of understanding of nuances in interaction with art, and may also have a copy-effect on artists – that they will self-censor in order to live up to buyers’ expectations. Continue reading “Quora Q/A: Are plays a lower art form than novels and poems? “

Th’ Sugar High Monologue

This guy drinks the sirup from canned fruit, right, mixed with soda water, fizzy water, not from the fridge, nono: From a dusty old shelf in a supermarket and into his briefcase, where ’sits also two half liters of fizzy water’. It says so in’a here the script, and I’m a’not gonna have an all out with the script writers over that. ’Please, mr. word smiths, in at least every second scene please write in cooling facilities, so he can’a chill his cans and his soda water…’ but No! This dude is off’a everything, fags, chum, pin, dancing, fucking most likely too, but he likes his sugar. And he likes it like HE likes it, lukewarm, or piss warm from a back shelf in a country backroad pie place and market with the sun frying o’erhead.

And that, my chums, that means *I* will like it like it’s writ! I will drink the motherfucker lukewarm canned fruit sirup and lukewarm fizzy water and I will keep on drinking it, until I understand whether or not a person like that can exist, and if not, I will hang out the script jockey to dry from somewhere high, and if yes, possibly, mebby *I* will get me a new fetisch to my repertoire, yeah!

But you know what? No matter what, I am going to be really sugar HIGH for the first time in my life. And I am dreading it! There’s nobody out there who knows what this is like. Doctors have given them advice, I have been suggested precautions, they have measured the sugar in my blood and planned my diet and excersise based on that, ann’a trust them. But they have never tripped on sugar, not consciously. Because this is what this dude does. He trips on sugar.

I don’t know if people can see it in his eyes, I guess I will know how that looks in a few days, but other people will know that he’s onsomething. And it will do something to them.

His behavior will do something to them. I have to discover what that is. Mebbe I already know it. Mebbe its all but a meth or speed freakshow, but mebbe its not. And then I will find out. And I will play it in the movie. I don’t care if its a minor part. He’s a killer, for christ’s sake, and he flies on sugar in a can. That makes him a whole lotta interesting. Even in the background. Don’t you get it?! I’ an actor! I Am An Actor. And I’m done fucking up and thinking other people will cover for me.

A Sugar high…!

That guy who ate burgers, what was his name!? Do you know? Or you? Nobody knows what his name is, dudes, not without googling it. But do they know that his body was damaged from eating supersize MacDonald meals? Yes, they know that his liver fritzed from eating supersize MacDonald meals. Nobody knows his name, and his body was hurt for ever.

I will not let neither happen to me. They will know me, and I will only play the part. I am not a sacrifice for anything or anybody. I portraypeople. I portray emotions. I don’t act to die. I act to live. And to portray life. When I put on parts of a person to find the reason for the coherence between parts, and a full person accidentally rises up in-between, this is not me. This is not anybody. This is character and needs and reactions and actions.

Actions that are like the rain falling on a day deemed sunny. And you have to love it.

Or hate it.

*I* want you to love it or hate it. And feel all the little other feelings that are connected to loving and hating. And then I will yet again permit my basking in the false security of being protected all over my skin and all through my inner organs and partly into my heart and to my brain by a phantom I breathe out of my language.

I will be staying with this character and not come out of it before I absolutely have to.

And when that happens I will wann’a wrap it up, put it in a locked compartment in my mind, and go home and be with my family and not be bothered with it. Or by it. It’s all the same.

That is what I want. You don’na have to see me now do things. Strange for an actor to say. But I like my own company better. Better tha’ before. Now is so much more me! 

July 8th 2012 © Kenneth Krabat  Contact

Pludselig far til fire: Tak til Finn Methling!

ikke sådan når man har snablen ude!

En virkelig underlig ting:

Jeg blev opmærksom på, at man selv skal oplyse til Nationalbibliografien, hvis man deltager i antologier med flere end 3 bidragydere, og søgte derfor i Rex (http://rex.kb.dk/). Ingen novellesamlinger registreret – dvs. ingen bibliotekspenge af en hel del antologier, damn!

Hvad der i stedet og ganske uventet viste sig at være registreret i mit navn var 4 dramatiske én-aktere, som jeg i 2004 gav til min sviger-bedstefar, dramatikeren Finn Methling, så han kunne se, hvad jeg havde for i dén retning. Han kommenterede ikke på dem, som jeg husker det, men allerede da var han i slut-80’erne og tog alt meget roligt. Han døde 2010, og havde åbenbart testamenteret sit bibliotek til Nationalbiblioteket. Fint træk, Finn. (Der var meget god dramatik dér).

Det sjove er, at der i Rex’ database står angivet “udgivelsesår” på alle fire manuskripter – hhv. 1995, 96, 99 og 2000 (som er tilblivelsesårene) – men jeg har ikke selv udgivet dem, hvilket på sin vis gør Nationalbiblioteket til deres udgiver 😀

Samtidig kan jeg via et link bestille manuskripterne som POD via http://books2ebooks.eu/ – hvilket jeg selvfølgelig gjorde med et af dem – men på bestillingssiden, uanset hvad jeg gjorde, blev udgivelsesåret sat til 2030.

Jeg er altså i dag blevet 4 udgivelser rigere, hvoraf én først udkommer officielt i 2030. Lille Stor dag!

Jeg siger mange tak til Finn. Hvilken form for liv du end beskriver nu.