The importance of not talking about it

I have done something important today. I don't want to talk or think about it. So I pull out something else I care about, important, but not personal.

Those who know me know I am a bear of very little brain, but the occasional fixation, and that the fate of the 2004 play 'Behzti' has long rankled with me. Here's what it was about:

http://www.birmingham-rep.co.uk/core_asp/showpage.asp?theid=161

The last part of the blurb asks if, in a community where public honour is everything, honesty has a place. The threats of violence that effectively blackmailed the Rep into abandoning the play give us the answer.

Now, lj dear, do you know what this foolish boot would like to do, given time, money and skill?

I would really like to put that play on as a puppet show.

Can you imagine it? just some old seaside punch and judy booth parked on a brum street. People would go by, some might stop, but many wouldn't; toys telling a terrible story to no-one. And if there is no audience, the empty air can hear the tale; and if it is abysmal to force a human tragedy into mere puppetry, it only foreshadows the greater crime of forcing people to be puppets themselves.

Yes. It's my idea and I demand an Arts Council Grant!

Only two minor problems: 1) I have no aptitude for puppetry whatsoever, and 2) I haven't read the play. For all I know it might be well meaning poo.

Another great nonsense chucked out onto lj and forgotten!

De profundis clamo ad te

From the depths [of sorrow] I cry out to you and I say:

Give me back my tentacle you bastards!


http://edition.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/09/27/japan.squid.ap/
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/4288772.stm#

Run away now, sea-star, and never come back. I am honoured to have seen you. Now be off to the ocean depths where none will harm you, save perhaps the occasional whale.

Here be monsters. I am so glad.

[later edited to add] Since writing the above, I have been assured by my local cephalodic experts that big boy will grow his tentacle back, and not be forced to limp across the ocean floor, mocked by his kraken mates. Proof that even cthuloid entities can find a happy ending.