“As for their lives as young people, tomorrow’s sovereigns, I cannot tell my boys that the only way to love the law is to obey it. I can only tell them that they must hold the laws of men in such honor that they must observe them when they are just (that is, when they are the strength of the weak). When instead they see that they are not just (that is, when they do not sanction the abuse of the strong) they must fight to have them changed. (…)”
Don Milani
A group of boys, who often cover their faces, to be able to speak without being recognized. A bucket with water, or maybe blood.
We are under the palace of Thebes, we ask for the release of Antigone.
We are a heartbeat and we are looking for a time, a rhythm and a place to be… a direction to take.
We are dust and dust we will return. But we are stardust, and we will end up dirty, but with a rainbow dust. We are a chorus that unites and disunites, that distracts itself, chats, takes selfies, omniscient, rude, cruel, pornographic, violent, ignorant, that is moved… we are a mass, a belly, we are everything and we count for nothing, we are everything and we are nothing. We are the network. We want freedom but we don’t know what it is, we look for beauty but we don’t know how to see it.
We are… a critical tragedian who summarizes the first two works of the Theban Cycle, that is, the dramatic events of Oedipus and his family, in a contemporary key. After a brief physical introduction, the third tragedy begins, dedicated to Antigone: all the characters of the work are called to tell their own experience.
Polynices and Eteocles each explain their reasons, the thoughts that pushed them to undertake a fratricidal war;
Antigone and Ismene clash over what is right and what is wrong: Antigone is ready to give her life to give her brother a worthy burial, Ismene believes that their family has already suffered enough;
the Choir, timeless, which has always known the power and limitations of man of yesterday and today, sees and comments, but cannot do anything else;
the messenger soldier is torn between what to do, and in the end he will follow the imperative of duty;
Tiresias, the blind soothsayer who until then had been held in high regard, predicts the misfortunes of the kingdom, but is not listened to;
Haemon tries in vain to convince his father Creon that the citizens approve of Antigone, and invites him, as King, to take into account the feelings and will of the majority. The King remains inflexible and the tragedy takes its course.
