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Sunday 6 November 2011

An Old Man on a Mobility Scooter Zooms By (Station 1)

The following is the edited outcome of a simple Augusto Boal exercise which involves talking without stopping to think about what you are talking about. I found providing a starting visual image for the exercise helpful so began this exercise with a window in the minds eye. The text has been broken down with physical interruptions.

The window is wide open, anybody could get in. There is a fish tank. One toe goes in the fish tank. It's hot. It's really hot. (Pick up flask. Unscrew lid. Pop the top. Pour coffee into lid. Spill a little on the floor. Drink coffee in one. Replace lid.) An old man on a mobility scooter zooms by the window. The ashtray, filled with cigarette butts, so full there is ash overflowing on the carpets. Trapped here in a web spun by a spider which I swear had ten legs rather than eight. (A sharp intake of breath so the wheeziness of the throat is heard.) An old man on a moility scooter zooms by the window. He is wearing breathing apparatus and there are wires coming out everywhere. There is an elderly lady holding a stack of papers. She looks exhausted. Yellow nicotine hangs from the ceiling. And I am stuck on a supermarket slide. And my shoes are missing. And my feet hurt. And I am bleeding to death from a fish bite. (Pick up Flask. Unscrew lid. Pop the top. Pour coffee into lid. Spill a little on the floor. Drink coffee in one. Replace lid.) An old man on a mobility scooter zooms by the window. He is wearing breathing apparatus and there are wires coming out everywhere. He holds his hand up.  (Lift hand into V sign, swearing) The room is quiet.

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