Thursday, October 19, 2006

SEPARATION - The Kalinga Trilogy



Mirror Theatre presents a cinematic theatrical snapshot of the history of Tamils in Singapore entitles The Kalinga Trilogy. Described by The Straits Times as an "All Round Winner" for its first installment in 2005, the play received nominations for Life Theatre Awards 2006 for Best Script and Best Ensemble. The Tamil Murasu praised it as " a play that made one laugh and think at the same time". This second installment "Separation" promises much more.

9th & 10th Nov - 8pm daily
11th Nov - 3pm and 8pm
The Esplanade Theatre Studio
$25 for adults, students $20 tickets available at SISTIC

Should you like to support us or me, since I'm in it, you can contact me directly to get the tickets for you as I'm an Esplanade staff and will get a 20% discount. Email me at rue_navarin@yahoo.com.sg. Those who know me personally can call me directly on my cell.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Death Note

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

A Writer's Story

Edward Bond of the "Tin Can People"

I was born at 8.30pm on a Wednesday the 18th of July 1934
In a thunderstorm
An hour before her labor began my mother scrubbed the stairs to her flat to clean them for the midwife to tread on
In the district in which my mother lived medical people were regarded as agents of authority
I was first bombed when I was five
The bombing went on till I was eleven
Later the army taught me ten ways to kill my enemy
And the community taught me a hundred ways to kill my neighbor
I saw there was no justice between one part of the community and another
An injustice is like a pebble dropped in the centre of the ocean
When the ripples reach the shore they have turned into tidal waves that drown cities
Necessity rules our days by the laws of cause-and-effect
Those who govern do not know what a person is
And the governed do not know what a government should be
Instead the evil do evil and because there is no justice the good must also do evil
How else can they govern the prison they live in?
I walked the streets and raged
I wanted the stones in the military cemetery to weep for the dead beneath them
I wanted the skull to dream of justice
And then I remembered the iron kite that flies in the child’s mind
And saw the old touch their white hairs as gently as a sparrow nesting on the side of an iceberg
So at twenty I wrote a play
The law of plays must be cause-and-use
To break necessity and show how there may be justice
Like all who lived at the midpoint of this century or were born later
I am a citizen of Auschwitz and a citizen of Hiroshima
Of the place where the evil did evil and the place where the good did evil
Till there is justice there are no other places on earth: there are only these two places
Bu I am also a citizen of the just world still to be made

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Suicidally Yours

Before I get some mighty inspiration to actually fly out my window
Thought i leave a little note, in case I forget

To you my dear who,

Insisted we start a relationship even though I told you I wasn't ready
Won my heart over with your chivary and sweetness
Then revealed to me the next month what a peniless broke you were
Left me with a mountain of bills and worries while you went travelling
Tells me there's no sin in negect because my only competition is your work
and not other women
Tears my confidence to pieces whenever you blantantly look at other women when I'm around
Make me clean your junk and allow me to stumble on your old love letters
Ask what I'm thinking but never accept my opinion on things
Blames everything I say on PMS

And to you my mother who

Gives me life but put shackles on my ankles the minute I was born
Tells me stories of children who meet a bitter end when they abandon their parents
Use your health as a guilt trip for me to stay home
Never look at me when I come home, but insist I'm always in a good mood when you do
Give me money but remind me how much I owe you in kind
Rumage through my drawers even when I'm 26
Made me into you

To the both of you
You are the two reasons I will leave this world before my time
Remember that you will both be on my mind when I step off that ledge
And I hope that I will forever be in yours when you see whats left on me lying on the ground

Suicially Yours

One Bullet in the Barrel of a Gun

Something I wrote quite a while back. It sums up what I'm feeling right now. So have a read. I call it "One Bullet in the Barrel of a Gun"


So quiet.
So still.

Yet it says alot.

Life preserved in just one shot.
Like that very monent before you take your life.
The ringing in your ear.
The silence.
That single reason.
Peace.

Just before you change your mind.

I believe that,
when one dies,
when he least expects.
Life flashes past.
Only when he least expects it.

I believe,
the mind, the brain, our brain.
Works against us.
That moment. When we least expect it.
The regret. That second.
It triggers regret. Triggers a life much better. A life worth living.
A life left behind.
A life we can no longer live.
That moment last a lifetime.
An after death of regret.

But when you act.
On your own accord.
That peace.
The knowing that you have control.
Knowing you can end it.
That peace.
The quiet.
The silence.
Death.
As you wish it to be.
An afterlife that doesn't exist.

Voices in My Head

Each day I wish I had the strength to walk off my window ledge

To plunge my way into the depths of total mental freedom

To quell the voices in my head and cradle them in death

Yet still I linger on each day

struggling to make sense

And on they play, these voices swirling in my head

Telling me

Each day they wish they had strength to walk off the window ledge