Recently, we participated in the production of a play in Beijing called "(Broken Moon)". We originally had a name that was more in line with the original intention, but for some reasons we changed it to the current one.
(Broken Moon) is a small play, and I didn't contribute much in it. I was also very uncertain about my position. I didn't want to be a writer, director, or producer, so I finally chose the title of executive producer.
A promotional material written for (Broken Moon)
I've been missing the moon for a whole year.
Xiao Hei often asks me: "Where are people? Where are others?" I said: "He doesn't want you anymore, idiot."
Another day, I suddenly felt that the sun was so warm and winter was not as cold as in previous years. It was as if the God of Drama was telling me: "Get up, it's time to rehearse."
I have always been afraid of the sun, and there is always a feeling that my secret is being scrutinized, which is more transparent than running naked, and more detailed than an anatomy. I am not afraid of it when I go out at night, and I naturally become invisible at night. No one can see me, so I walk briskly.
There is always a poem in my memory that is more metaphorical than Gu Cheng's black eyes, more poignant than Beidao's noble epitaph, and more desolate than the death of the Haizi gods. But I can never remember the poem. Maybe this is not a poem at all, but a sap that someone hit on the back of my head. It hurts to this day.
That all changed, and as I gave away the address of my secret base to others, the moon no longer appeared. The night is just night, the night is just night.
The night retreats when the sun comes. The night is relieved and thanks the sun. I saw a group of green babies forming a circle and flying towards me, constantly urging: "It's time to rehearse, it's time to rehearse."
"Bah!" I said, "Hurry up."
The bright and stable high-rise buildings and the fast-moving subways in the dark tunnels are all in the same Beijing. I have never doubted that I love this world.
"If someone concludes based on these phenomena that we actually have no emperor at all, then he is not too far from the truth. I have to say again: perhaps there is no one more loyal to the emperor than our people in the south, but loyalty does not bring benefits to the emperor. Although there is a sacred dragon curled on a small column at the entrance of the village, which has been spitting fire in the direction of the capital since ancient times to show its allegiance - but for the people in the village, the capital The city is stranger than the next life. Is there really a village with row upon row of houses, covering fields as far as the eye can see from our little hills, and crowded with people day and night? It is hard for us to imagine that the capital and the emperor are the same thing, just like a cloud that has been swimming quietly under the sun for thousands of years." Kafka said.
In fact, I have never lost the moon. He always hangs high, looking at me teasingly, silently, just like thousands of years ago.
But Xiao Hei didn't give up and asked me: "Where are you? Where are the others?" I said: "He doesn't want you anymore, idiot."
Comes with a poem written by the producer for (Broken Moon)
You can take a portrait of your cherished one with you when you go home
hang it on chest
Then say the name silently
and the empty market it points to.
It exudes a strong sense of uneasiness and hallucination, allowing him to immerse himself in it
Unknown birds and beasts descend on red carpets and looms
Fighting in an infinitely dangerous place
fall in love with it
let go
Displace agate
through me
Looking outside the house at the space and excitement
The ship is stationed in the depths of the carefully carved heart for stability and cowardice
Wall trampling and tit release bring beauty to the box
My lover sleeps on the hill, the three-headed dog and the holy city
All it brings is fresh pain and nail-biting cooking skills
What cannot be eaten is the cold yellow light and tranquility emitted by the spirit
Create a time and space with extreme black flushing and despicable backwardness.
It's not just the pages that overlap
Or is there still a crazy way to go higher?
(Broken Moon) will be officially performed on December 16th.
Friends who want to come to the show, please scan the QR code below and add the producer on WeChat to purchase tickets. I will most likely be there on the day of the performance, haha.
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I made up my mind to make a new play a week ago. I regard it as a reboot of the Flavor Theater Company. It may take several months to create the script. I will gradually announce the news about this new play on this official account, hoping not to disappoint everyone. If any friends want to participate, please leave me a message in the background.
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