In the Roman theatre of Merida we saw yesterday, in Sophocles, the Antigona: The incest between Edipo and Jokasta, the young Antigona, will have to face a horrible fate. The result, as is often the case in Greek tragedies, is to fill the casket scene in an hour and a half.
It will be frivolity or my ridicule – you judge calmly – to think, to feel that in the face of so many tragedies the problems of each are small. In an exercise of empathy, I have represented the Ancient Greeks, whom their daily lives would have seemed more bearable than I had seen in the theatre. Consolation of idiots, if you want, but comfort, anyway.
By analogy, it seems to me that we sometimes take in the same way the television images that deal with the local tragedy, including informative ones. Perhaps I would highlight one important difference: we, like the current rapid consumerism, continuously fill the screens with a very old coffin, saving the useless fabric of the theatre.
I don't want my daughter disguising herself as a Gypsy in the caldereros. I don’t want Gypsy children at my daughter’s school to dress up as Gypsies in caldereros. Because being a gypsy is not a disguise. Because being a gypsy is not a party that takes place once a year, with... [+]