With forbidden rags and Bernarda's décor and furniture, we (with big thanks to our resident rhymestress, Ana Pascual) wrote and performed our oath to secrecy within the group and our oath to lies all elsewhere.
It was serious. Seriously serious.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I solemnly swear.
On Tuesday night - the first of the month - the Avant Garrrde group got together to illegally set up in the dark and dusty Arena Theatre to shoot our oath. We started at roughly 22h30 and carried on until roughly 00h30.
What are we getting ourselves into?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIizh6nYnTU
If we don't take it this far what's the point?
If we do take it this far what will happen to us?
I don't want to take seventeen years to pass DRM3010F.
I find it hard enough negotiating the responsibility of my studies, my friends, my family and my body. I feel like I barely have enough time to be myself. So when do I become someone else? And how? And why?
Don't get me wrong I'm excited. Having a secret is fun. But finding out what to do with this secret is becoming a burden.
I'm no Philip Seymour Hoffman!
Antonia do you still want to get laid?
Owned II
Monday afternoon. Hiddingh campus. DRM3010F.
Antonia and I stage a fight (that will be ongoing and increase in intensity). It starts with a private conversation staged on the grass. And then in DRM3010F, with Esthie and others looking on....
Kat: "So did you go to the Infecting the City Festival Hub on Saturday after watching the performance for our assignment?"
Antonia: "Yeah! You should have COME!"
Kat: "Well, I"m sorry, Antonia, but I had rehearsal. OKAY!"
Antonia: "It's fine, Kat! It's fine. It's fine!"
Kat: "Okay, well. I'm SORRY for over-reacting."
Antonia: "It's fine. It's FINE."
Esthie's eyes swell to the size of saucers. Antonia turns away.
Several minutes into the lecture, Esthie, who is sitting next to Antonia, surreptiously turns to me, squeezes my hand, and looks at me sympathetically.
Michal, seated next to me, tries not to laugh.
Later, to fuel the supposed fire. Chris Weare makes a comment about W.B. Yeates, and I say: "Hey Antonia, you explain. You're a poet!"
Ninja theatre. They never see it coming.
Kat
Antonia and I stage a fight (that will be ongoing and increase in intensity). It starts with a private conversation staged on the grass. And then in DRM3010F, with Esthie and others looking on....
Kat: "So did you go to the Infecting the City Festival Hub on Saturday after watching the performance for our assignment?"
Antonia: "Yeah! You should have COME!"
Kat: "Well, I"m sorry, Antonia, but I had rehearsal. OKAY!"
Antonia: "It's fine, Kat! It's fine. It's fine!"
Kat: "Okay, well. I'm SORRY for over-reacting."
Antonia: "It's fine. It's FINE."
Esthie's eyes swell to the size of saucers. Antonia turns away.
Several minutes into the lecture, Esthie, who is sitting next to Antonia, surreptiously turns to me, squeezes my hand, and looks at me sympathetically.
Michal, seated next to me, tries not to laugh.
Later, to fuel the supposed fire. Chris Weare makes a comment about W.B. Yeates, and I say: "Hey Antonia, you explain. You're a poet!"
Ninja theatre. They never see it coming.
Kat
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