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BOND ON BOND
"Violence is hidden within democratic structures because
they are not radically democratic - Western democracy is merely a domestic
convenience of consumerism. So the aim of Olly's
Prison is to show how violence secretes itself - and hides within
- the ordinary social. It breaks out - as American treatment of Iraqi prisoners
shows. Olly's Prison tries to force the violence in ordinary daily life
to reveal itself. It's politely assumed that democracy is a means of containing
and restraining violence. But violence comes not from genes but from ideas.
Genes merely make possible, ideas decide." Art is the close scrutiny of reality and therefore I
put on the stage only those things that I know happen in our society.
I'm not interested in an imaginary world. I'm interested in the real world.
And in fact, of course, all things that I put on the stage are understatements.
I am not in a political party (inevitably I must add,
nor was Brecht) - because I think that rightly carries a specific obligation,
that you should as a writer express the particular party line - which
I wouldn't mind doing, but as a writer I want to always spend my limited
time, energy, and resources on asking the most fundamental questions:
Why politics? Why is Auschwitz 'wrong'? (or Why not Auschwitz) Why does
humanness matter? Why not robotize ourselves? (which in fact we can't
do, but why can't we do it?) My plays are not particularly violent, actually. There
are often violent things in them, and when they occur, then I depict them
as truthfully and honestly as I think one should. But I'm not interested
in violence for the sake of violence. Violence is never a solution in
my plays, just as ultimately violence is never a solution in human affairs.
Violence is the problem that has to be dealt with. Our unconscious is not more animal than our conscious,
it is often even more human. The unconscious sees through us and our social
corruption and sends us messages of our humanity, ingeniously and persistently
trying to reconcile the divisive tensions in our lives. Our unconscious
makes us sane; it is only in an insane society that our unconscious colludes
in insanity." "The raids had not come. We were sent home in time for
them - the blitz. I was bombed night after night after night. I dreaded
the coming darkness. The siren. A long silence. Then the background hum
and rumble. The pock-pock-pock and crash of guns. The searchlights raised
like fingers beseeching the sky. Then the bombs fell. A thin even whine
from far away. Then a juddering rush - a roaring crammed into a small
space - an explosion of pure noiseless sound - passed through you and
into the earth. Already the next thin whistle had started. This one must
hit you. It cannot be so close and not hit you. Each time. It lifted up
the top of your head as if it was a lid and jumped inside. In the morning
we collected shrapnel in the street. There was a lot. Heavy and jagged
On
the last day of war we ran to the sweet shop. We thought rationing was
over. The sweetshop owner shouted. He accused us of not using our ration
coupons at his shop in the war and now we expected to wallow in luxury.
Anyway rationing wasn't over. I went home. On the radio Churchill announced
peace. A voice in my head told me 'So you will live.' We thought violence
was at an end. Not even adults would be so foolish again. Later when bombs
were dropped in the first Gulf War I spoke at a peace rally. I used an
obscenity. I hadn't intended to. I'd never spoken obscenely before in
public. The word spoke itself. It was an after-shock from forty years
before. I do not remember the sound of bombs. If I close my eyes and listen
I hear it. In all its baroque horror. If I did not hear it I would have
lost my self. It was my soul that swore." I write plays not to make money, but to stop myself from
going mad. Because it's my way of making the world rational to me. "I want to sum up my rejection of Brecht. Of course he
meant very well. He is at fault by commission and omission - the public
use of his dramas has become an empty pretence. It stultifies radical
drama and - as opposition - leads to empty theatres of outrage and effect.
He belongs to western capitalism. He is part of the culture of linear
thinking, of cure. This now dominates societies. It has obvious justifications
and is technically adroit. But we are not in the world to be good but
to change it. We change it because we become the symptoms of the need
of change. If you destroy the symptoms you destroy change. What is a symptom
of the need of change - and what just of the indifference of the universe?
You need to understand how the mind works - and then you can understand
the meaning of actions when you relate them to their situations. (Which
is the programme of drama.) You need to understand that humanness is created.
Otherwise you will be curing us of our humanness. In the last century
this happened in isolated places. The possibilities of it happening increase.
This is because of the penetrative power of modern technology, the necessity
of administration, and the psychological deformations caused when a species
which bears the human imperative lives in increasingly unjust and dangerous
ways, so that its imperative to justice turns into the lust of revenge.
Then we cease to create humanness. But when we lose humanness we have
no way of knowing we have lost it. Auschwitz is a place in which tragedy
cannot occur. When humanness is lost the radical difference between the
bodies in the pit and people walking on the street is lost. Only the trivial
differences remain. One group is dead but moves. There will be no social
difference between the dentist's chair and the gas chamber. That seems
over-stated. Of course." "You have to go to the ultimate situation in drama. The
Greeks said very, very extreme things in their tragedies. They were told
the best thing was not to have been born, but, if that misfortune struck
them, the next best thing was to die young. And they all said, 'Hurrah,'
and went down to their city rejoicing. Why? Because they'd faced the extreme
situation, not at Auschwitz but at the Theater Royal."
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