The Play
Written by and directed by Loresa Leka, “Creative Chaos” is a is a theatrical response to the swirling chaos that distorts reality as we grasp for normalcy in an ever-changing and terrifying world. Through the eyes of an actress, a writer, and a lover, this play explores what’s said, what’s unsaid, and what we yearn to shout from the rooftops. When perception is all about perspective, “Creative Chaos” challenges you to embrace creativity as a means of surviving the inevitable turmoil. Delving into depression, psychosis, eating disorders, and the healing power of love, “Creative Chaos” awaits discovery and demands to be experienced.
“This isn’t a play
This is chaos
Coordinated creative chaos
Catastrophic continental chaos
Chorus line and computer chaos
Keeping in line with consumer chaos
Customer confusion chaos
Capri suns and crayons chaos
Where we draw outside the lines
Act like it’s all fine
Small talk and short goodbyes
Brainwashes washes washing
(Mime putting clothes into a washing machine)
Have you got a pound
(Check pockets)
50ps all I’ve found
Small talk and short goodbyes
Brainwashing hidden in cheap rhymes
Chaos
This isn’t a play
This is reality
An escape from virtual calamity
It’s been too long of feeling human behind a screen
How human are we, how human?
Enjoy the play.”
"And then it happened, all at once, and it felt like the sky was falling onto me and I didn’t have the strength to hold it up. And to be honest I don’t think I’ve ever had the strength. You know the initiative, the instinct to you know, know what to do. What the fuck do you do?! It’s like fight or flight but I’m somewhere in-between where I feel the adrenaline and I start doing something, anything but its not the right thing to do. And instead of doing anything helpful, holding up the sky, I’m letting it fall and trying to pick up the broken pieces. But it’s already been broken, I broke it. And the rains started and where I’ve tried to glue together all the breaks, the cracks are showing. And I’m being washed away, being suffocated, being squashed by this big great sky, bigger than I could ever dream to be. And I’m just not strong enough. I’m just not enough anything to be something you know. And the cracks are all open. And slowly but surely every lie, every smile, kiss, deceit, fuck and fake come seeping out, trickling out. And no-one notices at first, or maybe they do and I just don’t realise because I have so much faith in this glue. But every rainfall, Little by little, until it all comes flooding out and the sky is falling and its broken and i’m doing everything to fix it, everything I could…I did everything..but just hold it up, keep up the sky, prevent the break in the first place. But I wasn’t, i’m not, I don’t think I am strong enough. "
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Loresa Leka 