XYZ, publication’s date: 2016.01.07


On 1 January quite New Year first sentence heard in some Polish Radio programme. As if announcement of a song.

But somehow shivers went up and down my spine…

And now certainly the malice will follow one.

Because somehow the reality decided to be stuck with the sentence. As to spite. And it glues. That it’s hard to come unstuck from TV set, radio, Internet.

Welcome to the…

And too many things happen still since much earlier times then this symbolic 1st January. In night stillness happen things one didn’t dream about…

Still night is forgotten.

Different changes, good changes fell as thunderbolt from high heavens.

Welcome to the…

When a sentence like this get stuck, there’s no way out.

But on the horizon luckily new one shines. Somehow alike but new and new-yearly.

Welcome to Belfast. Belfast in Katowice.

And this is an announcement no more, no less but "Wedding" opening. THIS "Wedding". By  Stanisław Wyspiański. Already in three days in Śląski.

Wyspiański… "Wedding"… and in no more than three days from these board will be heard: "Well, sir, what’s new in politics?" For the umpteenth time and more. Multipled a many hundreds sentences by six "Wedding" productions (first in 1945).

With Irish accent it will be for the first time. Beyond doubt.

Welcome to Belfast in Katowice.

XYZ, publication’s date: 2015.12.07


Innocently in a fervour of ante-Christmas mall shopping, in a stage part of the mall for a while jump in. Close the door from the light, sound, jingle-bells. Let’s keep our peckers up. To perch in gloom of an empty auditorium.

The rehearsal. Well, last minutes of the rehearsal. Still in progress, because to the opening night there is some time left, everybody with texts of the play. About consumption will be as it was said before and was written about on Internet page. Intriguing unappetizing title ̎Joint of Meat ̎. Intriguing unappetizing monologues to listen two, three.

Monologue about eating.

About slaughtering, about worms dialogue. On… better not to talk about what.

And so to listen with rapt attention that perching in the audiotorium somehow becomes clinical.

̎Are you the consumer? ̎

So from mall theatre into theatre mall let submerge again. For a change intriguing appetizing. To fool around (walking sounds better), to listen, to smell, to taste, to look at oneself in others. Such as us, a bit in this not homely place smart dressed.

̎Are you the consumer? ̎

But here also eating. Devouring with seeing, hearing. Smiling, ringing with promotional message world, at once at the door shouts ̎ Hohoho! ̎

One can taste, feel the difference. Feel worth of that what one can have.

Change words into pictures. Nice in this light, in smells. Coffee and oranges. Perfumes and vanilla, somehow not used. Not like us.

To go out as quickly as possible from gloom unclear, somehow uncomfortable, so far promising one doesn’t know what… And this title to boot ̎ Joing of meat ̎ ...

Pre-Christmas little chatter. Mmmm. This programme contains paralising sweet contents.

Downward with colourful crowd! 

̎Are you the consumer? ̎

All they bomarded with trash

All they showered with infos



*Kazik Life,  ̎The Consumer ̎

XYZ, publication’s date: 2015.11.27


The times are strange so just in case I put you at once at rest: a few Italians only. Maria-Alberta, Alessandro, Diego, Stefano, Riccardo. And only for a few intensive days.

Italians from Torino. The same with who we co-produce shows (for now two ̎ Cinema! ̎ and ̎Quasi-paradiso ̎ ).

This time Polish-Italian workshops ̎Romeo and Juliet. Work in progress ̎ .

As for now, without going into detalis (they are on Theatre web page) I note that our guest also:

1.            Fell in love with doughnuts. Especially with rose jam. And with theatre cafeteria menu.

2.            They work whole days under director’s Robert Talarczyk’s watchful eye and playwright’s Artur Pałyga’s one. Because only four days are destined for workshops.

3.            They sung O sole mio for Mr Henryk Psota as a thank-you for a tour in Nikiszowiec.

They work and work. There’s no time for chit-chat.

They wonder at silence in our trams and trains. That people aren’t interested in one another. And they are rather unsmiling.

And that in lunch-time restaurants aren’t full.

They get annoyed that passers-by stop when lights are red. Even when any car is coming.

Shakespeare, Italian actors, Polish theatre, Silesian climats. Join these points. Effect…?

Results already on Friday, in first of three presentations. Malarnia Stage, 7pm.

And above all atumn-winter our high national seriousness. And usual tired everyday life, provident bustle, at this time of the year more focussed. Rather unsmiling. For Italians strange.

Since yesterday (I think) we know that title should be ̎ Romeo and Juliet. Work during trial ̎ .

But now it's too late for a change...

Mariusz Partyka, publication’s date: 2015.05.25