Re: RAT Lurking online

[shadowtackle@att.net]

Holy moly, this is true and scary. I'm often troubled by 
the us/them split theatrical lighting invents; as often I 
like the split, lurk in it, take (critical) power from 
it. Daylight theater has had a good run and could maybe 
come back - we often put heavy capital towards creating 
the illusion of sun through factory windows, when we 
could... have sun coming through factory windows and do 
our work in broken canneries, etc. without insurance ins 
in productive despair of permanence.
     Or the dark/light difference could be seen to mark 
difference in roles and not separation of ultimate 
purposes or uses. One character is named A, one B and one 
Audience; there is no hiding, there is collective 
manufacture of the Big Meaning (the Big What Have You) 
with separate skills. I don't understand the e medium 
well enough to say this union of distinctions is 
possible here; so much goes towards distinction. There's 
a glass wall between me and my words, cable between me 
and you, time betweeen thought and response... Novocaine 
Theater. But this may be a problem of my unfamiliarity. 
Could get to be like breathing and coughing - the natural 
sounds Cage made a part of his scores (audiences 
immediately culpable of particiapation; that's what I 
miss here - immediate culpability; so much mediation 
lends anxiety).


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> Sometimes, Allison, when I am feeling lonely and the enormity of my sad and
> meaningless existence presses hard upon me, I go out into the night and sit
> in a dark room and watch other people say and do things.  I am usually
> bored to tears but I keep doing it over and over.  I know I am a bad man,
> that I should step into the light where the other people are saying and
> doing the things that are boring me to tears but instead, I lurk in the
> dark with the ten or fifteen other people like me who have also paid money
> for this experience. For you see, bad as I am, I know that the people who
> are boring me up there in the light are another degree of bad and the idea
> of this room full of bad people, some talking, some only watching, all
> partaking of this shared grubby sense of their own inconsequential badness,
> is the source of one of life's piquant pleasures.  Lately I have introduced
> my daughter, a shining creature, to this world of consensual badness.  She
> stands radiant in the light, for now uncontaminated by the badness, but
> she's so beautiful that she's gotta die some day.
> 
> Voyeuristically yours
> 
> «el sínico»