The Holiday
The Holiday is a physical sonnet, a dark and instinctive proposition on escapism that grasps and retains the raw emotion and energy of movement based theatre, body popping, poetry and rhythmic bass.
Statement:
“The Holiday is a fifteen-minute real time piece. What I mean is that the duration of the show is the length of time that this character would take in real life. This person has no name and the place is non-specific, this is an every day man going though a break down. Not being able to communicate. Being belittled by voices in his head.
The form that I chose to use is three verses written in a stream of conscious, three choices and a sample from Prince “sometimes it snows in April”. The physical from is popping using the dance as a mechanism to portray mental anguish. The movement is enhanced by the poetry cutting and pacing the piece together, swinging from one sense of meaning to another, sometimes in a single line. The idea is to illustrate the emotional landscape.”
Plodding down the parade, my presence invisible to the pretty people prettily pushing pass me while they pontificate to their pretty friends about how they are going to send their pretty ends. Their hips swing like pendulums, producing gems and words of wisdom, ‘lord peel me from this glass ceiling’. Being pulled up and patted down, being perused by police as I pass time because the pretty people don’t commit crimes. Left prostrate on Paddington pavements, all because a pretty pedestrian got paranoid. She said the ugly guy did it, did what? He pulled faces at the pretty primary children. Now this protagonist is plugged into a person without a pray.
“The Holiday is one of my favourite pieces and it tells so much with out saying much at all.”
