Wednesday, July 7, 2010

When Pigs Fly - undergroundzero festival - Polanski Polanski

Yesterday I co-hosted the opening of undergroundzero festival at PS122, wearing many hats: talk-show hostess, playgroundzero curator, international program advisor, journalist, playwright, poet, Godmother and... fortune-teller (TAROT cards reader :)

It was fun, reminding me of the ol' days in Romania when I used to host Polemici Necesare (Necessary Polemics) an one-hour live talk-show on TVRi.

Paul Bargetto - the artistic director of undergroundzero (I coined this name a few years ago over a bottle of red wine shared with Paul in East Village) asked me to write some sorta incantation to sum up and kick off the festival, and I came up with the poem below.

But before reading the poem - as my playwright hat matters the most to me - make sure you mark your calendar for Saturday, July 17, at 3 pm, when we present a part of Polanski Polanski, a really cool&hot one-man-show that I got commissioned to write for the actor Grant Neale (who totally looks like the author of Chinatown - uncanny!), directed by Tamilla Woodard. Cheers!

When Pigs Fly

- an incantation by Saviana Stanescu -

"Wenn Schweine fliegen k├Ânnten"

"Quando gli asini voleranno"

"Cuando las vacas vuelen"

“Cand or zbura porcii”

When pigs fly


and play

on playgroundzero

and talk

on commondground

and party


“there must be something


about those pigs”

God of Experimental Theatre says

and decides

to spend his/her/its week


no, not another world

but a new Tarot card:

The Flying Pig

a mutant

a combo

a mix

between The Magician - the one

who makes something

out of nothing,

The Fool – who acts without thinking,

The Star – direct connection to the Spirit,

The Hanged Man – a sacrifice is needed

The Hierophant – of course, The Artist!

The Lovers – girlfriends, boyfriends, sponsors

The Tower – revolution!

and The World – the welcoming Universe

have all put hands, brains and souls together

to give birth to the Flying Pig

The one who soars

The one who roars

The one who tickles

and touches

people’s hearts with a gaze

a gesture

a word

an idea


Bless the Flying Pig

and hitch your wagon to its wings

it promises to be

a MAGIC ride

and it’s not gonna happen again

until next year

when another pig will dream

it has wings

(and here we all know

that dreams are the stuff

we are made of)

so don’t be shy


even a pig

can do it!