Pirates

Pirates

Premiere: May the 22nd 2001

Last performance in Estonia : June the 21st 2002

Showcase Beat Le Mot ( Germany ) & Von Krahl Theatre

co-production

DARIUSZ KOSTYRA / SBLT

FLORIAN FEIGL / SBLT

NIKOLAI DURIC / SBLT

VEIT SPRENGER / SBLT

THORSTEN EIBELER / SBLT

TIINA TAURAITE / VKT

LIINA VAHTRIK / VKT

JUHAN ULFSAK / VKT

ERKI LAUR / VKT

 

light  TAAVO TIKO

sound  KALLE TIKAS

video  MAKSIM SURIN

 

music

Captain Sensible “WOT”

Village People “In the Navy”

Sensorama “Star Escalator”

B Recordings “Shine”

Vonsuck “Arabella Remix”

 

supporters

Deutsches Kulturinstitut/Goethe-Institut Tallinn,

Eesti Kultuurkapital (Estonian Cultural Endowment)

 

/-/ Von Krahl Theatre’s “Pirates”, created in

collaboration with the German theatre troup Showcase

Beat Le Mot, offers provocative parodies and irritates the audience…
Something as radical has not been seen in the

Estonian theatres for a long time. The play mocks everything,

including the audience and the theatre-doing itself. And

it unites jolly joy with de press ion. 
People with protest against Philistine entertainment

should for certain go and see this piece of Von Krahl,

the play disputes that kind of culture treatment as well. /-/
Andres Laasik (“Eesti Päevaleht” daily newspaper 24.05.2001)

 

“Pirates” tours:

— 13th, 14th of June 2002

festival ArtGenda, Kampnagel (Hamburg, Germany )

— 21st of June 2002 festival Baltoscandal ( Rakvere, Estonia )

— 17th, 18th of June 2003 festival Transeuropa ( Hildesheim, Germany )

 

A golden stripe appears on the western horizon

A signal from the sea god that he understands tiredness

And fiction wins against reality

Suddenly there is blood and there are miracles

I feel like being in a Walt Disney movie

But in one that Humphrey Bogart takes a pirate part

Which means a political one

On the beach yesterdays footprints vanished

Replaced by smooth rippling wave formations

A copy of the sea

No one walking, not even the dogs

A day for the lost gold to dance

This evening is dedicated to the Ancient Ones, to Humwawa,

whose breath is the breeze of dung and the perfume of death,

Dark Angel of all that is excreted. Lord of Decay, Lord of the

Future, who rides on a whispering south wind, to Pazuzu,

Lord of Fevers and Plagues, Dark Angel of the Four

Winds with rotting genitals from which he howls through

sharpened teeth over stricken cities, to Kutulu, the Sleeping

Serpent who cannot be described, to the Akhkharu, who

suck the blood of men since they desire to become men,

to the Lalussu, who haunt the places of men, to Gelal and

Lilit, who invade the beds of men and whose children are

born in secret places. 
This evening is also dedicated to Addu, raiser of storms

who can fill the night sky with brightness, to Malah, Lord of

Courage and Bravery, to Zahgurim, whose number is

twentythree and who kills in an unnatural fashion., to

Zahrim, a warrior among warriors, to Itzamna, Spirit

of Early Mists and Showers, to Ix Chel, the

SpiderWebthatCatchestheDewofMorning, to Zuhuy Kak,

Virgin Fire, to Ah Dziz, the Master of Cold,

to Kak U Pacat, who works in fire, to Ix Tab,

Goddess of Ropes, patroness of those who hang

themselves, to Schmuun, the Silent One, twin

brother of Ix Tab, to Xolotl the Unformed,

Lord of Rebirth, to Aguchi, Master of Ejaculations,

to Osiris and Amen in phallic form, to Hex Chun

Chan, the Dangerous One, to Ah Pook, the

Destroyer, to the Great Old One and the Star

Beast, to Pan, God of Panic, to the nameless

gods of emptiness, to Hassan I Sabbah, Master of the Assassins. 
This evening is to all the scribes and artists and

practitioners of magic through whom these spirits have been manifested …. 
NOTHING IS TRUE. EVERYTHING IS PERMITTED.

 

Friday, 16th of February 1789.20 Degrees Southern

Latitude. Ship is heading south. No wind. Second

week of rowing. The sea is getting hotter. The water

is milk white and hot. The situation on deck is tense. Hunger.

 

Monday, 27th of February 1789. 22 Degrees

Southern Latitude. Ship is heading south. No wind.

Extreme heat of air and sea. The water is steaming,

we hardly advance. Rowing is difficult. Men angry, hunger on board.

 

Tuesday, 14th of March 1789. 23 Degrees

Southern Latitude. Ship is heading south. No wind and

no fresh water since two months. Two more dead this morning.

Sea is like a pudding. We are nearly stuck.

 

Thursday, 25th of April 1789. I dont know

where we are any more. Ship is heading south. Sea is boiling,

stinking bubbles rising to the surface. Ate the dog and the cat yesterday.

Only four men alive. Then, in the evening, came the storm.

 

NIKOLAI: WHO’S AFRAID OF OVERACTING?
CHORUS: WE ARE NOT, WE ARE NOT!
NIKOLAI: WHO’S AFRAID OF OVERACTING?
CHORUS: YOU ARE NOT, YOU ARE NOT!
MAARJA: WHO’S AFRAID OF OVERACTING?
JUHAN: WHO’S AFRAID OF BAD DIRECTING?
CHORUS: WE ARE NOT! YOU ARE NOT! WE ARE NOT!

 

KISS KISS KISS

There’s a tear in my beer
There’s a gun in my rum
There’s a knife in my wife
There’s a sin in my gin

Storm of reason, splash of tears
The northern and the southern hemispheres
Love emerges and it disappears
I do it for your love

There’s a gin in my gin
There’s a swine in my wine
There’s a song in my dong
There’s a queen in my dream

Storm of reason, splash of tears
The northern and the southern hemispheres
Love emerges and it disappears
I do it for your love

Etendub

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Date & Time

  • F 19. May 00:00