We proudly present you our performance based on the one act play of Tennessee Williams “Talk to me like the rain.. and let me listen”:
In “Talk to Me like the Rain and Let Me Listen” Tennessee Williams guides us through an elegy concerning human relationships and loneliness. He splits his own contradictory interior monologue into two unnamed characters, Man and Woman, supposably supposedly a couple which is living together in a cold-water flat. She is a drunk. He is wasting away to nothing. There is intimacy between them – the intimacy of desperation. She woke up that morning in some random hotel in a bathtub full of ice cubes. No idea how she got there. She found her way home. Meanwhile, he has drunk nothing but water for 3 days. He stares out the window. He is wasting away. On purpose.
We started our work on “Talk to me like the rain…and let me listen” as a university project of the postgraduate course “Bühnenbild_Szenischer Raum” at the Technical University of Berlin. Already during the project we both got intimately involved with the play and totally connected to the idea of analysing the piece through video projection at multiple levels. After the final presentation of the project we decided to go one step further and bring the project on stage. As we After receiving a residency at TheaterSpielRaum Bethanien, we built a very creative team and enjoyed the intense six weeks of working together.
Our crew is glad and happy to present to you the final outcome of these six weeks.
Please be invited to our after performance party!
Direction: Antonio Cerezo
Dramaturgy: Antonio Cerezo, Eleni Konstantatou, Ria Papadopoulou
Text: Tennessee Williams
Set Design & Video: Eleni Konstantatou, Ria Papadopoulou
Video Support: Heiko Kalmbach
Costume Design: Eleni Konstantatou, Ria Papadopoulou
Sound Design: Lluís Enguix
A Performance by: Eleni Konstantatou & Ria Papadopoulou
Project Mentors: Marsha Ginsberg & Heiko Kalmbach
When suddenly, at the midnight hour, an invisible troupe is heard passing with exquisite music, with shouts — your fortune that fails you now, your works that have failed, the plans of your life that have all turned out to be illusions, do not mourn in vain. As if long prepared, as if courageous, bid her farewell, the Alexandria that is leaving. Above all do not be fooled, do not tell yourself it was a dream, that your ears deceived you; do not stoop to such vain hopes. As if long prepared, as if courageous, as it becomes you who have been worthy of such a city, approach the window with firm step, and with emotion, but not with the entreaties and complaints of the coward, as a last enjoyment listen to the sounds, the exquisite instruments of the mystical troupe, and bid her farewell, the Alexandria you are losing. Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)
by Tennessee Williams
SCENE. A furnished west of Eighth Avenue in midtown Manhattan. On a folding bed lies a Man in crumpled underwear, struggling out of sleep with the signs of a man who went to bed very drun k. A Woman sits in a straight chair at the room’s single window, outlined dimly against a sky heavy with a rain that has not yet began to fall. The Woman is holding a umbler of water from which she takes a small, jerky sips like a bird drinking.
Both of them have ravaged young faces of children in a jamished country. In their speech there is a sort of politeness, a sort of tender formality like that of two lonely children who want to be friends, and yet there is an impression that they have lived in this intimate situation for a long time and that the present scene between them is the repetition of one that has been repeated so often that it’s plausible emotional contents, such as reproach and contrition, have been completely worn out and there is nothing left but acceptance of something hopelessly inalierable between them.
MAN. [hoarsely] What time is it? [The Woman murmurs something inaudible.] What honey?
MAN. I know it’s Sunday. You never wind the clock.
[The Woman streches a thin bare arm out of the raveled pink rayon sleeve of her kimono and picks up the tumbler of water and the weight of it seems to pull her forward a little. The Man watches solemnly, tenderly from the bed as she sips the water. A thin music begins, hesitantly, repeating a phrase several times as if someone in a next room were trying to remember a song on a mandolin. Sometimes a phrase is sang in Spanish. The song could have been Estrellita.]
[Rain begins, it comes and goes during the play, there is drumming flight of pigeons pass the window and a child’s voice chants outside-]
CHILD’S VOICE. Rain, rain, go away! Come again some other day!
with clementins and tea, the left overs from a terrible cold last week and lots of ideas I’ve started writing tonight our first post in the diary blog of ”talk to me like the rain” a play of Tennessee Williams.
this is a space created so we all, me, eleni, ria and the all the other members of our team can share our thoughts concerning this project, research material, upload photos and videos from the rehearsals and other parts of the developement of the project and of course, last but not least banana pancake recipes.
that’s all for tonight, we will come back to you soon with lots lots of material.
have a beautiful day and welcome aboard!
eleni & ria =)