The Death of Yazdgerd: a thrilling play which seemed to me a kind of inversion of Macbeth, one in which the King still remains dead - though perhaps by his own hand. A multiplicity of roles are played, and the characters seem to meld into one another as they impersonate each other, adopting personas which leaves the reader dazed in a kind of thrilling perplexity. It toys with the mind, and we don't know who to condemn, who to acquit - guilt has no clear line.
This sin was born at the same time as I was - it is my soul's twin, whose name is poverty.
The stark divisions of class, of privilege, are scrutinised as identities blur and intertwine - it reveals to us that, truly, we are all formed from the same essence, the same raw material, and social inequalities are but a man-made fallacy.
How does the moon wax? How does she wane? Who other than thou, divine, can cause her to wax and wane? Come, may You save us. Come, may You soothe us. Come, may You absolve us. May you come see our triumph.
This play was honestly amazing. So clever, gorgeously written, a hint of humour, plot twists and a really powerful message. It’s short but it packs so much in to each page. Lots to think about after finishing this, excited for the lectures now!
The Death of the King was the one I read, and it was very powerful. Its deconstructivist thrust pushed and stretched the boundaries of drama to its limits, while the characters' evocatively haunting language reproduced--in a process akin to energeia--the very time and space in which the play unfolded. This is perhaps political drama at its best, as the political merges with the philosophical and the metaphysical and thus takes the shape and form of the world as we see it--which is what politics is in reality . I would love to see The Death of the King performed, and will be on the lookout for the opportunity.