- crown panagon instead of autobiography-
Once upon time, in the faraway Drottningholm lived a beggar called August. His Nothingness grew up in the streets, with his mother who suffered from serious troubles in her head. He never found out who his father was and for a long time he was a person without a true identity. As an adult, he got a job in the city circus. He entertained the people who came to see “the funny clown August” for many years. And one evening, while he was performing a very filigree-like and dangerous trapeze routine, a young lady in the first row, with no joy in her eyes, was staring at him. Gog knows how, but August noticed that face in a fraction of a second. In that brief moment, the entire sadness hidden inside of him for many years flew through his thoughts. After the performance, this female persona approached the clown. He was fully convinced that in front of him is the only woman who can understand him and to whom he could give his entire life. With her help, for a start he became a court jester, the most famous on the Earth. On the other hand, this extraordinary woman was wearing corne (royal crown) which she inherited from her husband, who died from a heart attack.
At the same time, in our Dojran (at that time known as Polin), the drama of violence of the Ottomans over the local population, especially over the tempting females, was taking place. The Turkish pasha gave a precious medallion to a beautiful girl as a gift, for her to sleep with it. But the girl hated him so much and she drowned herself into the lake which in memory of her is nowadays called the Dojran Lake.
The wang daom (the king’s road) of August was going on with almost no major delays. His case was the reason many writers to start the mission called “painting with words”. One booklet, the fruit of such mission, was named “Leonce and Lena”. Directing this play I performed historical comprehension of the motifs of a revival age: unstable social conditions, cowardice, fight for supremacy, etc. The idyllic example of invented kingdoms - Pipi and Popo, has become a great actual proof for the melancholic overcoming of the state order, i.e. for the dissolution of the system of values. Before that, I had put on the stage the “From the First Breath”, where the main characters Vlatko and Estro establish the rules for inter-national relations of the Homo Balkanicus. Just before the finish, I decided one of them to shoot the other one, making a direct contra to the Belmond’s neo-realistic dying away from the Godard’s film. In the period when “ninjas” frequently broke into houses full of the people living there, I decided to direct “The Infernal Machine” which shows our region as cradle of terrorists ...
Referring again to the story of August, I cannot just pass by the digression about the downfall of the King - the ex- husband of the Drottningholm’s Queen. His life ended while he was playing chess with a senior clerk from the royal court, exactly at the time he uttered the words “chess-mate”. What a coincidence! The exact translation of those words from Persian is “the king dies”, a sentence which, much later, a representative of the anti-theatre will use it as a title of his play.
The visionary carnival continues when my Teacher, having difficulties cutting through the thick South Slavic fog, arrives at the Skopje airport because of my diploma work. He used some of his free time to go for a brief journey to Dojran, with a desire for the first time in his life to see the water he knew about only from words. The lake, unfortunately, was frozen. Somewhere on the coast, the Teacher saw a piece of metal under the frozen water and began curiously to poke about in the fixed piece of ice. In a couple of moments, he was holding in his hands a glowing medallion as old as the Turkish Empire. After he saw the play, his disciple received as a gift the medallion lost at the time of Polin...
On paths similar to our dramatic Reality, the story of August was also coming to an end. His unusual rise from a beggar to a king caused various inspirations among the people, including the thought of its extermination.
His majesty, the King August, died unfortunately in assassination made while the Kingdom was celebrating the 51st anniversary of the “second marriage”...
Almost all of my projects are trying, inter alia, through the Kafka’s metaphor about the beggar facing the Borges’ symbol - the king, to locate the pontifex (the place of transition) where the soul of the ruler rises up into the sky.
Le roi est mort, long live the Queen!
(from book PIT KRALSKY - AN ARTIST OF (DE)TRONIZATION; translation: Tatjana Duganova)