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Wednesday, 10 February 2010


first read through of East last night. it was very very good. it's going to be AWFUL to learn, massive 3/4 page monologues which have already instilled a sense of fear.

some bits of it are SHOCKING. i mean, i don't blush at anything and i can be particularly vulgar at times but oh my, i think i was maybe even a tiny bit taken aback last night.

The "C-bomb" is dropped about a million times. I give it one more read through before we are all so used to it that nothing has an effect any more.
which is the way it should be.

i hate nothing more than people who get upset and offended by swear words. It really really really bothers me. They are just words, mere constructions of letters in a certain order. If people didn't tell you that they were naughty, then no one would be offended by them.

I could make up a swear word today and if enough people were told that it was disgusting and offensive and that it wouldn't be acceptable for them to say it in normal social situations, then in the end, after years and years, it would become a "swear word."

It is all that those kinds of words are. they mean absolutely nothing until you project your meaning on to them.

i say this though not naively. i appreciate that there are certain terms that label people in a derogatory way. words that put people in to boxes and words, that through their negative usage have caused a world of upset and harm. and it's not these kinds of words that i really refer to. but i think there is a very fine balance between those kinds of words with a more sinister purpose and the swear words that i refer to in this, the words we haphazardly drop in to every day conversation.
these words, because of the effects that they have on singular, individual people in a very relative context, have much more reason to be taken offence to.

in a world where political correctness and the language you can and can't use seems to be so heavily dictated by society, it is refreshing and wonderful to be able to sit in a kitchen, reading a play in which there is a section called "Mike's Cunt Speech".

It's a type of freedom to say exactly what you like, as an actor, within a safe medium, within a play where the criticism of the incorporation of such words falls solely on the author as the creator of such a play described as "filthy beyond the call of duty" while you get to fully enjoy speaking in a deliciously awful way.

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