Beloved poems, forgotten poems, unknown texts and new works written especially for this production. And above all, a dream and word that will materialize in a magical ritual called “theatre”, as a celebration of one of the most important living Czech poets.
“I was walking among the trees / And the prompter’s voice lured me to the fire / Confused actors were colliding with firemen in the smoke / The pulsating hoses connect the city to the sea / The guests sitting at a café window / Watch my every move / With the clatter of beams, the shriek of splinters / The roof has caved in / The capsized boat is sinking / I cling to the wreckage and the waves throw me on the beach / The sun is rising / Shards are falling from the flies / I am sitting on a chair in the middle of a large empty room / Bare slopes surround the house / Deep dark grooves, long furrows on the rolling hillsides / A ladder leans against a white plastered wall."
