What follows is the result of an idea to connect the field of philosophy and thought with the world of drama. Let us choose sentences to ponder from the statements of the members of the philosophical group, which are archived in the “Chistiha Blog” (http://chistiha.blogfa.com); and after manipulating the concepts of those statements, and doing a brief exercise and editing, let us create a dramatic idea that will continue to form another dialogue, another concept, and another thought.
In the principles of drama writing, “ideation” and “drafting” have a specific method; but we tried to be one step before the idea and the plot. At the same stage of mental spark or, in our own words, the “study” stage, where the writer’s hand is open to writing down any image, concept, or point. Here, we have not limited ourselves to not mentioning the technical instructions, performance arrangements, dialogue, staging, and other matters, and left them for more detailed plans; on the contrary, we have completely written down whatever came to mind at the moment.
During our group meetings, we came to the conclusion that it was not necessary to obtain refined and precise plans from our conversations. It was only necessary to immediately edit and record everything that came to mind in an instant as a “study.”
And now we share the same with you. May these exercises and sketches be the beginning of a path to step on a bridge between philosophy and drama.
Ideas on the Bridge from Philosophy to Drama: Etude One Hundred and Seventeen
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Idea number one hundred and one
My suggestion:
http://chistiha.blogfa.com/post/339
Topic: The necessity of reading the Masnavi
From this dialogue:
Annihilation itself is mentioned in the text of the Quran, which is the opposite of survival….Annihilation means the end of a period….
To this dialogue:
Incidentally, there is no annihilation. In the reading of religion, genuine life begins after death. The Creation of Death and Life
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Sketches One Hundred and One
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Line animation with colored spots
1) First, we see people sleeping here and there under pine trees and next to flower pots. Sometimes they yawn. Sometimes they move. Each one hears a sound, listens, sits for a moment, and then falls asleep. Gradually, we realize that this is a cemetery. Sometimes a young girl comes to visit her grandmother and grandfather. Or a young woman comes with her baby carriage, slowly passes by other graves and wakes them up. Those who were sleeping wake up and look at this carriage and baby and laugh. The woman goes and lights a candle or a lantern. And the one who was sleeping next to that stone sheds a tear and then falls asleep again. And in short, the peace of a beautiful and lovely cemetery. Where the dead can find no better place. Sometimes they smell a flower. Sometimes they wink at each other. Sometimes a toothless grandmother smiles and flirts with a hunchbacked grandfather that makes the grandfather feel young and when he gets up, his head hits the pine tree above him and he falls and immediately falls asleep. In short, everything here is both ridiculous and beautiful. The cause of death is also almost clear. A man who died of a toothache covered his mouth with a handkerchief. Or a man who died of a headache with a handkerchief on his head. Or a man who died of an infection in his index finger looks at his swollen finger. And the one who has nausea and diarrhea has to go sit on a toilet over there from time to time and come back with a thousand shames and vomit into a steel container. And all this is not ugly at all. It is interesting. Suddenly a terrible sound comes. The camera angle now rises. And a small cemetery is seen in the area of a small town. On the other side, on the outskirts of this small town, cranes are building houses. The camera’s gaze locks on one of these cranes. And a circular blackness covers the image, and within a few seconds, this crane is gone. That means that the story will be about this crane.
2) In the next shots and scenes, this city is going to get bigger and bigger. And naturally, the cemetery will also get busier and busier. And every time they bring a dead person to be buried and dig the ground, the other dead people around wake up. And the speed of this work increases and increases and it is very difficult to sleep anymore. After a while, a number of ambulances arrive at the same time. Some people bring the HIV virus logo on their clothes. It is natural for older dead people to have prejudices. And they don’t like to be buried next to them. And also, after a while, bodies that either don’t have heads or legs or arms, for which the dead feel sorry for them, saying, “Oh, soldiers of the homeland.” And in short, whatever it is, as the city gets busier and bigger and its fundamental changes, and the air is now gray and dirty, this beautiful cemetery has turned into a desolate and ugly cemetery, and suddenly a strange story happens. They come and make the graves three stories high. This is very strange. The different cultures of these people, each with their own obsessions, cause constant tension. They bring a woman who is known. Who, with her tattoos, her jelly lips, her winking and her curled eyelashes, looks so pretty that everyone turns their backs on her, and by the way, a dead person who has no arms or legs, her heart goes out to her. And then the other dead people are in disbelief at these scenes. And in short, it’s a mess, and there’s hustle and bustle, and anger, and constant fights over not being able to sleep properly next to their stones. And so on and so forth. Until yet another crane from a city that has grown too big and the same circular blackness on the picture.
3) Now it’s night. A few lanterns here and there. The dead are mostly asleep. And even on top of each other. A cramped place. Where some of them can’t breathe. No one comes to visit them anymore. A few of those old dead people we knew from the beginning get up. They come to the iron bar door of the cemetery. When they come, they have small wings on their backs and they don’t walk on the ground. They try to blow on the leaves. They blow on the dry autumn leaves on the ground. They blow. And they blow. With great difficulty. They get tired. But they blow.
4) It is morning. The worker comes with a long-handled broom to open the iron bar. He is confronted with a scene. On the ground, dry leaves are laid out in a certain line; and from their mass composition, this sentence is read: “Don’t make our place any more cramped. We want to sleep peacefully.” The camera leaves the worker with this message. It comes up. On the city. Streets with ambulances. Many cranes. The city seems to be going up in smoke. That’s it.
Author: B. Khosravani
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