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 könnten"
"Quando gli asini voleranno"
"Cuando las vacas vuelen"
“Cand or zbura porcii”
When pigs fly
“there must be something
about those pigs”
God of Experimental Theatre says
to spend his/her/its week
no, not another world
but a new Tarot card:
The Flying Pig
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
people’s hearts with a gaze
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!