ALEXANDRIA.

building the house of discarded pleasures

The Perils of Deceiving Yellow

Are You Deceiving Me by Kevin Coyne

The Perils of Yellow by Derek Jarman

Images by Peter Cant and Krzysztof Honowski

Performer Zachariah Fletcher

ALEXANDRIA.

- Peter Cant & Krzysztof Honowski

For our first collaboration we have drawn inspiration from the words and life of the gay Greek poet Constantine Cavafy, who was born in Alexandria in 1863 and died there in 1933.

From his words we think forward to the present day and to the contemporary condition of intimacy through image and how it is not enough.

Constantine Cavafy:

 

From ‘TO CALL UP THE SHADES’

One candle is enough. Tonight the room

should not have too much light. In deep reverie,

all receptiveness, and with the gentle light –

in this deep reverie I will form visions

to call up the Shades, the Shades of Love

(Translated by Edmund Keeley / Philip Sherrard)

 

‘THE GOD ABANDONS ANTONY’

When, all of a sudden, at midnight hour, is heard

an invisible company passing

with exquisite melodies, with voices –

your fortune which is now giving way, your works

which have failed, your life’s plans

which all turned out delusions - do not uselessly mourn them.

As though long prepared, as though courageous,

say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving.

Above all don’t fool yourself, don’t say it was

a dream, a trick of the ear.

Do not stoop to such vain hopes as these.

As though long prepared, as though courageous,

as befitting one honoured with such a city,

steadily approach the window

and listen with emotion, but without

the pleas and complaints of a coward,

to the last fading pleasure of the sound

of the exquisite instruments of the mystical company,

and say goodbye to her, the Alexandria you are losing.


(Translated by Aliki Chapple)

ALEXANDRIA. production stills.

Images by Freya Busby.

ALEXANDRIA. was performed as a work-in-progress at the Yard Theatre, Hackney between 25th and 29th June, 2013.

It was created by Peter Cant & Krzysztof Honowski
Produced by Jo Mackie
Performed by Kate Burdette, Ed Hayter, Karl Taylor & Zachariah Fletcher
Design by Freya Busby
Sound Design by David Gregory
The composer was Claire M Singer
Lighting Design by George Smith & Tom Smith
It was conceived with the participation of Geoffrey Layton
And the Lead Marketing Image was by Laura Sundermann, Krzysztof Honowski and Dwayne Strike

Alexandria. mixes togetherperformance and live video to create a hidden film studio within a theatre space. It takes inspiration from the worlds of memory and eroticism recorded by Constantine Cavafy, Alexandria’s poet of the early C20th.  In reaching back over a century of sexual liberation and further into a ritual past, the show questions our modern-day performances of intimacy - online and face to face. 

Theatre-maker Peter Cant and artist Krzysztof Honowski were brought together by their interest in the queer, the unashamedly trashy, the poetic, the seduction of the image and the problem of the stage. 
@petecant @snapyrfingers
Alexandria. mixes togetherperformance and live video to create a hidden film studio within a theatre space. It takes inspiration from the worlds of memory and eroticism recorded by Constantine Cavafy, Alexandria’s poet of the early C20th.  In reaching back over a century of sexual liberation and further into a ritual past, the show questions our modern-day performances of intimacy - online and face to face. 
Theatre-maker Peter Cant and artist Krzysztof Honowski were brought together by their interest in the queer, the unashamedly trashy, the poetic, the seduction of the image and the problem of the stage. 
@petecant @snapyrfingers
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