BLAH BLAH BLAH …

Do you take me for a fool?
I can’t be bothered anymore.

BLAH BLAH BLAH …

We are the clowns who reside inside your head.
We are the clowns who scream. When words are not around,
we run around. We clatter about making an incessant racket.
You cannot think or sleep or dream, for the clowns rule.
We are rage. We are your inner child.
Our mouths are open. You need to take care of us.

BLAH BLAH BLAH …

Two years ago I would have begun with text, looking into literature for depictions of female rage. I would have probably picked Medea, or Antigone and dissected interpretations of their rage, through the lines they’ve been given across time, word by word. As a theatre-maker it is always compelling to explore the potential of how these heroines speak to a contemporary audience. But today I feel the compulsion to start from where words end (or before they begin); to start from the body. So I explore instead the physical sensations of emotional expression. With Women Who Rage I navigate, with a personal and poetic approach, sensations of extreme emotionality in the presence of an audience. Yes, who are the women who rage? And why are they raging? But more importantly, what does rage feel like? Where does it form and how does it move the body?

Amy Reade is a director from the UK who works internationally. She is about to graduate from the Contemporary Physical Performance Making MA at the Estonian Academy of Music and Theatre.