Moths was developed during a series of writer's workshops organised by the Landestheater Nordrhein Westphalien in Castrop-Rauxel, in co-operation with EXIL-Kulturkoordination, Essen under the guidance of the writer Maxi Obexer and the dramaturge Christian Scholze in 2016.
Some extracts of the play and an interview with the author appear in the book, "IN ZUKUNFT! – Neue Theaterstücke zur Gegenwart", edited by Tina Jerman, Maxi Obexer and Christian Scholze; published by [transcript] Theater © 2018 transcript Verlag, Bielefeld.
In the absence of certainty, superstition can be strong medicine. A kind of compass. A star to orient oneself. Superstition as a system to navigate by …
… the figure caught like wildfire, not least after Wagner’s opera of the same name which was in fact inspired by Heine. With that, the Flying Dutchman exploded into popular consciousness as the epitome of the doomed lover, the eternally heroic, tragic personification of that most seductive of fantasies: failed love, l’amour fou, all that we crave for, the submission to a higher passion and fuck reason and fuck pragmatism, what if I die in the process!
Martyrdom in the name of love.
A love so great that it demands the greatest of all sacrifices, your life.
Will you die for love?
Eh voilà that’s me c’est moi. That’s who I am. just come ashore after seven long years, seven solitary and maddening years of sun and storm and salt and stupor and a stone in my heart and a star in my gut.
Come on, clear out, wench, you’re in the way, the lords and ladies will soon –
Not just lords and ladies anymore.
Lots of in-betweens nowadays you got to take into account.
Gender, Jeannot, gender, you need to be correct, gender’s not binary nowadays, careful with your tongue.
Not just “nowadays”. It never was “binary”. Not even when I come from.
“Where” I come from. Not “when”. Careful with your tongue..
When I come from. I’m talking time-travel here. A thousand years back. Life has always been non-binary.
Listen to her!! A time-traveller indeed. Fled from Bedlam, I said so, didn’t I? Pissed and blasted –
Buzzed and plastered out of her head she is. Right on, okay, doll, let’s get you out of here.
What’s the matter, can’t you walk?
Don’t you see I’m supposed to be a ghost?
Today is the day! The happiest day of my life!
Really? You do realise what that means? Downhill all the way from tomorrow.
I’m getting married.
Ah, then it probably is downhill all the way from tomorrow.
Song # 6Culture Vulture
That’s who I am
I’m a Culture Vulture
I got the yellow eye
I’m always hungry
I got a million reasons
To be always angry
Through all of the four seasons
That’s who we are
We are Culture Vultures
Death & pain, they get us high
We hang out in the cemeteries
We measure the pulse of catastrophes
We feed on war and displaced races
It’s all the same whether jihadist or crusader!
We need them / They feed us
We’re vampires / Funeral pyres
And the unburied dead
Are what we recycle to make our bed
That’s who we are
Rape loot and torture
Buy us our candy-bars
Culture Vulture is who I am
And if you want to find me
All you need to do is look more closely
At your local neighbourhood Artist!
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