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The Moronic Plague

Hersh Jacob / ©2003


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What is the Moronic Plague?  Primarily it is a play – an artistic endeavor – meant to confuse; entertain; titillate; amaze and mystify.  It is meant to state issues both politically and artistically.  And then, the Plague is my way of having an opportunity to speak out on issues.  A “social conscience?”  Dear me – is there room in “ART” for that?

 

So, what is the Moronic Plague?  Einstein says that it is fact not fancy.  “This is real!!”  (Act I, Scene VII)

 

As a “Universal” truth, this applies to everyone.  The joy has gone out of our lives.  The thing of living for life’s sake.  Morality.  Truth.  The marvelous sense of a way to better this life, this world.  Quality of life is the bottom line.

 

To create a time of peace and harmony. 
To look at our collective lot and laugh.

 

The Voice – actually, more than merely the character of “the voice” is the role played by technology.  The technology is as important a character in the Plague as any other actor.

As an ideal in staging this “mechanactor,” the citizen operates the machinery as well as Moses – on stage in character – a “D.J.”  In melodramatic structure, this replaces the piano player as “punctuator” of fact and fancy.

Specifically the Voice in the 5th stage, “Television” steps forward as a central figure with the characters accessing it.  The sound must feel over whelming.  The audience viewing a static scene.  Time plays a strong part – to watch nothing is the message.  (Act II, Scene III)

 

The plague is the disease that has altered our societies. 
Our priorities have shifted.

 

To proceed in an incautious mode.  To make rash decisions – things we have been trained to avoid.  Why?  To be polite?  Art is never polite – that suggests subtlety – Art is not subtle in its substance.  It is subtle in its essence – in what it leaves behind.  But Art has all the subtlety of a 2x4 board across the forehead. – Think of van Gogh’s “Sunflowers.”  – Think of Shakespeare’s “MacBeth.” – Think of Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring.”

 

Each era makes a leap forward at some point.  These sports are rarely accepted by the times that be.  Not a new concept but one that should provide us with the realization that change is inevitable and in fact its necessary to growth – without change ART becomes stagnant and redundant unto itself.  Artists who avoid change or who refute change for that reason are immune to new ideas and only maintain a status quo.

 

Begbick, Fatty and Moses know, in detail, about this contagion.  They seem to be unaffected, but are not.  They assist in “spreading the word.”  And as a result – the infection.  (Act I, Scene II)

 

The Soldier, Scientist and Reporter represent the commonality of all of us.  The Hoi Poloi, they have an opinion, even a part of the disaster – they are responsible but – we are they!  The citizen, the victim epitomizes the plight of the individual who, on his own has no control over his lot in life.  But – it must be known that each individual does have some, albeit small, power over any given circumstance.

 

To all these questions, within the text of the Plague, there are all the unstated truths, the veiled intents, external to the play.  How are Begbick, Fatty and Moses backgrounds indicated if not through direct text?  By innuendo?  I don’t believe that this is “honest” theatre.  I feel that through developed characters – multi-faceted personalities maintained throughout brings substance to the text.

 

Time as well is another factor not inherent in the text.  Einstein is not glib.  He is precise and as a result he considers each word as being the correct in context of his intent of saying what it is he wants to say.  It is what he does not say but thinks that the Actor must concern himself with.  Time – real time – the pauses that are filled with ideas.  Soldier, Scientist and Reporter deal with Time in the bar scene.  (Act I, Scene VI)  Pauses, racked with fear, animosity, impatience, murder, frustration.  Time studying the Plague – As simple as possible.  One thought – when actors are “off-stage” they should exit to the 1st row of the audience.  Seven seats reserved for actors maintained.  The backstage then becomes another aspect to the play.  i.e.  Old Voice and Young Voice.  These are entities on a much different level.  They come from a point of NO time – a limbo – They speak at the opening from backstage which should be illuminated behind Einstein thereby making the “Backstage” area another “on stage” experience.

 

 Other staging notes:  Primarily the Moronic Plague takes place in a bar.  It should be made up of found materials.  A riser on its edge for the bar proper, ‘A-frame’ ladders:  one about 8 feet to act as the tellers booth; a “leaving point”; to put a drink on; and to stage the love sequence upon.  The other 3 as stool.

 

Obviously the potential for any piece requires this kind of analysis –
pre and post production.

 

The audience really has no inkling of these things. 
And yet – ALIENATION techniques consider all things relative to the audience.

 

These are ACTORS making a play.  These are words MAKING a moment.  This is a PLAY about issues.  This is art FOR art’s sake.  Here is an AUDIENCE to watch this process.  FINALLY is the point at which ENDS all speculation and life begins AGAIN.

 

But where does it go?  Comments to ponder but why must it necessarily “go” anywhere? – Conversations that end abruptly without completion of a thought.  – Infinite pauses –

 

To embrace the unknown – and go willingly into darkness seeing only the possibilities ahead as opposed to the possible difficulties ahead is the role of art.  To discover something we already know and see it for the first time as unique – a tree, a colour in a blossom, a cloud or the sky’s shades at 9:30p.m.

 

The Moronic Plague is out of the norm in content and mode.  Not a normal piece.  I have strived to create something that is comparative only to itself.  It is not original or unique but merely a statement made in as creative a fashion as I know how.

 

For the past few years I have had the luxury of observing the world and not really taking part.  I watch and listen to things that to me just make no sense.  Famine?  War?  Disease?  Puritan Ethic?  All of these dreadful issues tend to frustrate us.  Why at this time of the earth’s history are there oppressors of people?  Famine and devastation?  Needless to say, I don’t wish to dwell on this topic for fear of putting a damper on creative expression, but ISSUES of life are life.  We must see them for what they are and make some firm decisions about our feelings.

 

Anti-ambivalence is what it is al about for me.  An opinion is absolutely necessary for an artist.  “I like this”, “I dislike this” – but never – Gee, I haven’t really thought about it” is out.  Not just good or bad but never nothing.  No opinion is death to art.  Ambivalence is a sentence of doom.  For, for someone to “not care” about a piece is to say, “this is nothing.”

 

The artist’s lot is difficult enough without being ignored for what you do – not who you are.  Artists are a practical breed – they produce tangibility to pure thought.  But the precariousness of that role is so very dangerous for so frail a being.

 

The Moronic Plague will not be reacted to with ambivalence.  It forces a reaction from the observer.  Complacency is doomed in the face of the Plague.

 

A disease, which is, at the same time, restorative in its contagion?  Ah yes!  Will miracles ever cease in art?  NEVER!  For daily the artist is called upon to overcome futility and out of nothing create something.  Who else but a child or an Artist could see excitement in a stone in the road?  Never a banker or any other being dedicated to measurement and comparison only.  For an Artist each grain of sand, each star in heaven’s vault is unto itself a thing of splendor and excitement.

 

Life and living is a most complex and delicate happenstance – not one to be taken lightly – the artist is called upon from within and duty bound to record and present just that: Life.

 

A static form like painting exudes a similar energy as music and dance – kinetic things in their form.  Energy / Life is their commonality.

 

The Plague is alive and well living in these pages and percolating in my Mind.  Zip.  Pop.  Crackle.  Phzz.  Sport.  Yippitee do laddee dah.  Ahhh.

 

What more can I say relative to this play?  - It needs far more work – scenes should be expanded sometimes with more text, but mainly with more time.

 

The voice and music need more attention.

 

Staging and technique –

Input from committed types –         

Energy and life –

ZIP!

 

Epilogue or Afterword

postScript :

The Moronic Plague

Hersh Jacob / ©2003


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