Wednesday, August 27, 2014

කවි බූන්දි | I would photograph scars. - [Subadra Jayasundara | සුභද්‍රා ජයසුන්දර ]



I would photograph scars.

If only I had my old Nikon,
and a lion’s marigold skin,
I would camouflage there
to photograph scarred silence,

the silence of war.

A woman’s breast: Nipples
surrounded by dark circles
were exposed.
Her hair’s matted, bangles crushed.
This death had no witness.
This death required no explanation.

Beneath the half burnt cradle
Mother was sleeping her deepest sleep.
If there had been no railing,
baby could’ve escaped.

No.

No newborn walks.
Only Siddhartha Gautama did.

A young man was paralyzed: Spine was shot.

I would photograph his death.

When wounds are deep inside bones,
death is as calm as a dead saint.

My shutter blinked. Aimed.
Then shot the focus,
Shot the scar-like bullet
holes in school walls.

Children would rest in peace
That was the peace, literally.
I would photograph their scarred tiny feet
which were not allowed to rise up
in homeland’s soil.
But even hunter – gatherers
had had a moment
to root in where they wanted to.

In monsoons, gutters were full.
Then burst.

I would photograph water.
Why wouldn’t it burn when shelled?

People under legitimate barbarism:
some without limbs, some without eyes,
some without skin.

Some still breathing,
squatted motionlessly beside those resting bodies
as though keeping vigils.
When they kept the last one,
knowing that there would be nobody left
to keep vigils
for them, I would photograph the absence.

The end page of a poetry book. Abandoned, uncooked rice.
A fragment of spectacles. An empty sparrow cage.
Bits and pieces of love. Shattered clay pots.
Smoke.

I would photograph blindness.

In blind sun,
scattered, scarred petals,
in every colour and shape,
would make new undefined
colours and shapes.

Subadra Jayasundara | සුභද්‍රා ජයසුන්දර



Monday, August 11, 2014

රංග බූන්දි | "Walking Path"- More than walking - [ None]



Walking Path- A devised play without words co-written by Jayampathi Guruge and Ruwanthie de Chickera.
@ The Lionel Wendt Theatre, 18 Guildford Crescent, Colombo.
July 26-27 @ 7:00 PM.


"Walking Path", is a play about the new walking path culture of Sri Lanka– the culture of exercise, of healthy living, of beautification of the city and people within it.

The play uses Colombo’s walking paths as a symbol to understand this emerging sub-culture in post-war Sri Lanka, and was created along the walking paths of Colombo, where the actors spent many days observing human behavior and interaction.



‘Walking Path’ is a play without words. This is because most of the human behavior around the walking paths happens without the noise of words and Director Jayampathi Guruge feels strongly that words trap or limit meaning. "When people think of a play with no language, they immediately think of mime. For this reason mime is deliberately minimised and music is also used sparingly."

Admittedly the play is bewildering at first with actors silently jogging around the stage, couples sitting together and confusingly one chap seemingly having a conversation with a sock puppet. Gradually sense creeps in and explanations filter into the mind.

One couple gets a bit too physical, then hastily separate after feeling the weight of disapproving stares; this type of enforced morality is common on the walking paths, says Guruge, who insists he is trying to capture the subtle nuances that make up the structure of this subculture.

"People who use walking paths are of a certain class but within that there is great variety and I want people who are part of this subculture to take a step out of themselves and see what they are part of. I also want people who are not part of the walking path culture to get an insight into it." said Guruge explaining how experienced actors from both English and Sinhala drama have joined together to provide this bridge of sorts.

"I’m not judging them," he emphasised, "I’m simply trying to show what is and let the audience take what they will. If they find it interesting, or meaningful or deepening their understanding, then it’s an individual experience."







(Images and introduction extracted from- ft.lk)