'In Yer Face' theatre is the kind of theatre which grabs the
audience by the scruff of the neck and shakes it until it gets the message.
Aleks Sierz
I am a frustrated Theatre Writer. That is all that I am. At my very core is an anger that I feel can only be assuaged by writing. I am a fan of the mode of Theatre described by Aleks Sierz in the above book. My ambition is to write this kind of theatre in the Welsh Language. Why? Because this is the language which is at the very core of my spiritual being, a core which has been blocked by the shit of contemporary life. I have let the shit interefere with my essence. I am angry with much to do with Welsh Language Culture, the Eisteddfod, S4C, Chapels. I am angry with English Language Welsh Culture with Rugby and Brains Beer at its very core and Wales Today and the Western Mail. Has someone ever defecated live on stage? I am willing to take a shit on stage (side on obviously) if only to be given the opportunity of wiping my arse with the Western Mail. I will then be able to shout "I am doing it for Art" and then exit stage left. These are Institutions that keep us boxed in. I want to stand on the stage and piss on them. Literally and metaphorically but I can only do that in the 'Wenglish' or 'Bratiaith' available to me. So I won't get this script or these scripts passed by the gatekeepers of good taste like the commisioning theatres of which there are only two. These are led by forces of commerce and the market. They are accountable to the Arts Council of Wales who of course would not be happy to see tax payers' money wasted on work that criticises who and what they are. So do it yourself? I have done with varying degrees of success. I do not work well with others, the art of compromise is not one which I have mastered yet. Like in my writing I just want to tell them to 'Fuck Off'. My words are basically a disguise for this well worn, but effective epithet. Every line is basically telling the audience to Fuck Off. The safety net of naturalism has strapped us into our auditorium seats. We pay to be confirmed! Whatever I end up doing in the days I have left, I view my life as a germination, distillation and digestion of stuff and if I end up vomiting it out on my death bed, I hope that it will make some 'Fucking Good Theatre Cont'.
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