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"Islands made of instants" is a traveling show for the 54th autodramma of the Poor Theater of Monticchiello.
The 54th autodramma of the Poor Theater of Monticchiello, "Islands made of instants", will be staged from Saturday 1 August to Saturday 15 August. A drama in which the whole community participates, it questions itself on crucial issues for the community and in which the viewer can recognize and find himself. An experimental tradition that proposes a new text every year, the show of the Poor Theater of Monticchiello is conceived, worked on and recited by the locals. It's held every summer 'in the piazza' of the beautiful village in the Val d’Orcia. This year it will be in an unprecedented formula, an itinerant form through the streets of the center for small groups of spectators divided into several shifts starting from 20:40.
2020. We were all familiar with the idea of considering space as a dimension that is continuously getting smaller. Our rapid society made it less and less insurmountable. Yet, suddenly, we discovered that distances can expand once again due to an accident, an unexpected event, which put us in front of a redefinition of one's own and others' rhythms ... To the point of making us suddenly feel an archipelago of distant islands, monads kept together with fragile and necessary connections, traces of a path that will have to be reconstructed, rethought, reformulated. The show we were used to, perhaps, cannot go on stage again ...
For many, this is a disturbing concept, agitated by the uncertain presence of an invisible enemy, like a new Apollo in front of the city gates, ready to shoot invisible arrows. For others, however, this is an almost enchanting idea, that time is suspended by immobility and the out of the ordinary. For everyone, however, it's a useful opportunity for moments of reflection, questioning, indecision ... Among which, slowly, a question also arises about "us": what is the fate for our collective realities, plural identities, the communities small or large that live and survive, how will we meet, intertwine and sometimes collide? Will there still be a common goal, a point to orient yourself on the distant horizon, a future? Or maybe, who knows, a stage?