The theatre play “Shabonnokoro” made by the company “mum & gypsy” had ended last night. It flew like a bubble, and broke, disappeared. I want not to give any coating on this memory. Unbelievable for me, it doesn't exist even if goin' to any theatre hall, of course to Yokohama ST-spot. If possible, I want to stay in the memory for a long time.
A lot of various impressions have arisen and flowed. Especially, Kyoko Tokunaga (theatre journalist), Toshihiro Furuya (painter, literary critic), Yukio Shiba (playwrighter, stage director) have written about this theatre play, and their impressions are very interesting for me. However, all seen things were different, little by little. I think they all might be connected with the things in the play of “Shabonnokoro”, which for example, girl's secret bace, a school seen from river beach, and a burning pet house, and sea where everything flows, and a station to which a boy starts on his journey, and so on...
I saw twice this play. And I wrote my feeling in the memo, trifling, in fragments. They had written in digital with my computer, but they have been scattered like the handwritten note. I think this is mysterious. The atmosphere felt in that stage is still seen in the interlinear space of the memo.
“mum & gypsy” and its director (Takahiro Fujita) often use "refrains" and "changes in the angle" and "peculiar high-speed narrations" in the play. Those techniques are very refined and sophisticated. Especially this time, I was surprised at the technique for putting the load on the actors not physically but mentally. Every actor was so wonderful. I was knocked down by their play. Wave of unknown feelings is suddenly filled, and broke, and my tears overflowed. I was not able to move from my chair for a while. Perhaps, I got a lot of unknown things from this theatre play. I came to want to sing, but I din't understand what I should sing. ... I think the most important key words of this stage might be "neoteny" and "skin sensibility". They might be the points that hit the heart for Japan today.
All inside and outside were connected on this stage, and both they overset. I think there was no qualitative differences between "the things in the stage" and "my feelings in my mind". Its boundary is vague, and the air of that stage is drifting now... so, those phenomena still continue.
Incidently, “The Wizard of Oz” appeared in this story. Did Dorothy return to the real world? Or, stay in that world? Probably, there was a tornado. And the girl's heel appeared. But I don't remember that story's ending. So... did a lion exist? I do not remember.
The memory might stay in not my brain but my skin. Of course, such a hypothesis is so foolish. I quietly touch the back of my hand. A few memories without reliance are only called... however, it's lovely.
“Shabonnokoro”(="The Time as Babble") 2010.05 @YOKOHAMA ST-spot / photo:Kouich Iida/ provided: mum & gypsy/ Please do not use any images without permission.
(These sentences are baced on Pulthermal Fujiko's blog in Japanese ver. 2010/06/01, and had written on the next day of seeing the theatre play)