What I'm trying to tell you is that we  have to find each other... you understand... all together to work... The rest comes as a consequence.
But we are already there. The point is another, that is what the fuck, is that here we don't know what to do, what to work on, that's the problem. And what the fuck.
You didn't understand me. Meaning what. I meant...
I already said my opinion last time, but there were only four of you. But I think they understood me, at least. Of course, to be understood sometimes you have to insult, but at least this way you clarify once and for all.
I wasn't there, I don't know what you said.
I mean, I don't feel like repeating the whole scene, also because I'd feel really bad. It's not that I have it with Electra who wrote the text. That is, in essence I said that I don't give a shit about doing shows with you, I want to do theater, which is different.
To me... it seems... that the problem... is... is... well... a matter of choices. Doing theatre... is... can be... a lifestyle choice... Because there are four types of theatre... which are... rough... spontaneous... sacred... and moral. It's a question of life choice... Look for example at Judith Malina... she, in short... was... was... a student of Grotowski...
Sorry, I didn't understand the difference between crude and spontaneous.
I mean, it's implied. I have some notes here that... if you want... I can read to you.
Wait a moment, I think maybe... That is, I don't know if I can explain myself... That is, first of all there should be another problem... that is, that of availability, of collective commitment... That is, I wonder, how many of us are willing to guarantee a constant presence?
What does presence mean? Even now we are present. Every time we are there we are present.
I did not explain myself. I meant the presence to be serious.
I still do not understand.
Elettra (irritated ): Maybe Bastiano meant the constant presence at rehearsals.
I mean, no, not quite. I meant presence in the sense of commitment... do you understand me?
Oh well, I understand, but you don't take into account...
I did not understand. In your opinion, then, to be present you have to work? So one doesn't work if he doesn't do something concrete?
Of course, Pinù!
But it's not true. Not true at all.
I mean fuck Pinù, if we don't commit ourselves what the hell are we doing here?
You don't have to commit to being present, and you don't need to be present to commit.
I repeat my speech: if we're here to get serious, fine, but if we're here to waste time, I'm not in. I want to do theater, not show.
Sorry Emilio, but in what sense?
Look, I'll explain it to you with an example: a book can be read, or read. Do you understand the difference?
I mean, I think I have grasped... I mean, look, it's not clear, eh.
I'll explain it to you with another example: one can commit oneself like this or like this. You understand?
Meaning what...
Sure, what the fuck, that's what I've been saying for an hour!
All right, fine, but then I didn't explain myself: commitment, presence, everything is fine, but about what?
How, about what? About what we do.
Well, what do we do?
But... here we are! We meet, we do, we see all together. That is, we find each other, and something is born from the community experience.
Because... you know the Living... those were people who... that is, they lived there for the theater... and they lived together, that is, precisely at the communal level...
Of course, life in common and mystical conception of the theater.
Bullshit. The greatness of the Living was called Julien Beck. And Grotowski, if one dares to express a doubt, kicks his ass out.
Well, what does this have to do with it?
It has to do with it. You won't think by chance that they're talking bullshit like us. They have training of the Madonna, at the Laboratorium.
Well, but, what do you mean by that?
Few lies, guys: art is an individual and not a collective fact. It is the directors who make the theatre.
I mean, I want to say one thing: if we start with ideas like this, it's better to stop immediately.
Do I have to castrate myself to please the community?
But who castrates you, Electra?
"Yet we drank a few beers in Venice and Wroclaw"…
He lies down on Emmanuel .
In my opinion, the point is another: that there is no commitment. Now I ask myself: are you willing to commit yourself?
And give them back with commitment! What the fuck, Bastiano, you've already asked before and I've already answered you: commit to what?
But wait a minute, for goodness sake, what the fuck! First let's hear if there is this availability.
For my part... as far as possible... compatibly with all my commitments...
Everyone they nod .
In short, if I haven't misunderstood, doing theater comes after another fifteen or twenty commitments, if there is time and desire left. Feel them, those inspired by the Living and Grotowski!
Come on, Elettra, let's be realistic: one day we will earn our bread, and not with the theatre...
Elettra ( wrapping Emmanuel's hair around her finger ): And are you going to tell me? It is you who want the mystical experience. I do my mystical trips in private.
Do you know? I don't think I'll do any more theater with you.
And why?
I want to commit myself one hundred percent. Sixty doesn't fit me anymore. It will suit you, but not me.
And then you leave.
I mean, sorry, I didn't understand: am I leaving?
If you don't like it, yes, you leave.
No, now you explain to me, I expect you to explain to me why the fuck I should leave!
Because you don't like what suits us.
I mean, but it's crazy stuff, but then you don't understand shit! But what did I talk to do, if you didn't even listen to me? I would like to know which of you listened to me!
Come on, Emilio, don't make it so long!
Oh no, now I want to know. Come on, Serenella, repeat what I just said.
Come on...
View? You can't repeat it! I talk to the wall.
But fuck you, Emilio.
Now I want to clarify once and for all. Listen carefully: first of all, I demand that I have the right to change my mind, because consistency is a fucking virtue.
Very good. But you keep your changes to yourself.
Listen Pinuccio, at least try not to be a fucking hypocrite. Are you calling me dictator?
In practice yes.
Elettra ( using Emmanuel's knees as a headrest ): It's not that he wants to be a dictator, it's that he doesn't want to suffer the dictatorship of the majority.
And then reactionary to me nobody tells me! Fool, perhaps, but not reactionary. And what the fuck.
I mean, sorry, I meant something too. That is, it seems to me, that is, I believe that the problem, right now, is more content than anything else.
Sorry, what are you meaning for?
That is, this is what I wanted to say: that is, it is clear that we will put in a minimum of effort, as we have always done. Now our problem is to find, that is to find, a meeting point, that is, in short, to understand what kind of theater we want to do. That is, precisely at the level of content.
What the fuck, I've been asking for half an hour: commit to what? And you keep spewing a lot of bullshit!
That is, after all it is not the result that counts, but having had a good time together, that is, this is the important thing.
Oh no: I'm interested in the result.
But the result comes later.
You have to have this clear in mind right from the start.
That's not the result, that's the goal.
Oh well, the goal. And what is ours?
I mean, I think it would be better to do a round of opinions. Who wants to start?
I know very well what I want: something violent and lyrical at the same time. At Pasolini.
Which Pasolini?
Well, if you want, a mix between "Salò" and "The flower of the thousand and one nights".
Sorry Emilio, what about Pasolini?
But no, I was just saying it.
I don't think so... that is... maybe Pasolini...
I mean shit, it's easy to say Pasolini!
But no, I said Pasolini to give an idea! It's not that I want to stage Pasolini!
Shit, but it would be formidable to recover Pasolini now. That is, Pasolini is always Pasolini. I mean, it's an idea.
Yes, but Pasolini brings with him a whole sixties problem...
Shit guys, stop! I said it was just an example!
I mean, I still haven't heard any other opinions than Emilio's. Who wants to talk? What do you say, Kellermann?
Emmanuel ( collecting the balls under the table ): Eh?
I go back to saying that I'm available. Even just sixty percent. I mean, but I reserve the right to drop everything if it doesn't satisfy me.
I would go back to what... was said before... That is, if we want a sacred theater... let's say... or a moral one... or...
I just need to know what will happen.
But I just don't know what to say, I don't understand you... Nothing, it's clear that tonight I just can't explain myself, what the fuck... I've already answered you!
What the fuck, Bastiano, you've done nothing but repeat that it will be done, it will be done: what will be done?
I've already said it: we will do what emerges from our collective experience...
But what will come of it?
What the fuck do I know??