Neruda personifies his clothes into a lover, giving them admirable qualities like loyalty, and describing shared experiences.
Review from Aftonbladet October 1, A body — sloppy white underpants halfway down a white ass, arms, legs, hairy abdomen and an unbearable itch that makes this adult male body twist around itself in a desperate attempt to crawl out of its own skin.
Anxiety in its most naked form, the fleshy, corporeal sort of despair.
And just then — when Job has lost everything, his children, his fortune, his mind, when it hurts the most — three rambunctious and jostling friends enter with gifts and joyous acclamations and those collisions, brutal clashes between farce and horror, tells of a society where everything is entertainment.
It gets worse and worse and worse and just as a small glimmer of light can be perceived in the form of a reconciliation between Job and God the men of secular power arrive and impale Job on a stake through the anus so that he ever so slowly dies.
It is musical and precise which plays well against the brutal and grotesque. All the blood can be washed away so easily — a blank space where a whole series of brilliant acting can excel in rapid changes between farce and tragedy.
The darkness wins, babble and antics give way to body and pain and quite uncompromisingly — which feels liberating in an increasingly comfort-oriented theatrical climate. All his plays are published in book form, there is a theatre institute that bears his name, there is extensive academic research on his works.
And how far does his faith go? And with that line the play situates itself smack in the middle of our consumer-oriented present day, full of already satisfied people who still just want more; eat, own more — of everything.
The actors wade around in the black flakes. They are dressed in white and black — with the red blood that is spilled as the only colour accent. In the background a window open to the world, reality, the trees outside.
The evening light, the shadows. It is fabulously beautiful. And the first act is super interesting with its almost embarrassing timeliness. In the spotlight is Job himself — that Magnus Roosmann portrays with dignity — both as an actor and as a human being, undressed all the way to a mere pair of boxer shorts.
He scratches himself, afflicted by an itch, he bleeds and sweats, he laments his dead children. How much can he take? The question is now: The host gets up to make a speech.
We who have read the Book of Job in the Old Testament fear the worst, of course. Job learns from a messenger that his fortune is lost. The next messenger announces that his oldest son has died. The son is carried in in a body bag. Then he learns that his other children have died.
One by one they are carried in in body bags. But Job also addresses God. And this is when the performance takes off in earnest, especially after the intermission.
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Every morning you wait clothes over a chair to fill yourself with my vanity my love my hope my body. Barely risen from sleep I /5(1).
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"Ode to My Socks" from Neruda & Vallejo: Selected Poems, by Pablo Neruda and translated by Robert Bly (Boston: Beacon Press, ). Used with permission of Robert Bly. Used with permission of Robert Bly.