DEMOLUDY IN NEW EUROPE
In 1945, among the cinders of World War II, our countries were placed in the
Soviet sphere of influence and began to be referred to as “demoludy”; the myth of a communist dawn had lost its lustre and revolutionary charm from the
beginning of 20th century. Not unlike all the myths of great empires, thousandyear-old Reichs, commonwealths of two or three nations, Mitteleuropa, Pan-Slavism or the High Porte – also this one was shattered by history… Emperors, monarchs and dictators were losing. Their sick ambitions cost thousands or even millions of lives. Has anything remained? Has something survived until today?
Yes! Art and Culture! Despite censorship, prisons and camps – thought, poetry
and metaphor flourished. Just like in our DEMOLUDY. Pearls of literature,
dramaturgy, poetry and theatre were born despite oppression or maybe because they grew on historical fertilizer provided by coarse reality. Some kind of cultural “genetic code” of our part of NEW EUROPE was in the making. The
direction was set by Hrabal and Havel in Czech Republic, Ota Pawel in Slovakia, Imre Kertesz in Hungary, Pasternak, Achamatova and Madelsztam in Russia, in every corner of the enslaved world – in ours as well – Mrożek, Różewicz, Kantor or Grotowski… During subsequent editions of International Theatre Festival DEMOLUDY – NEW EUROPE, Olsztyn and our beautiful Jaracz Theatre welcome distinguished artists from faraway lands: Serbia, Bosnia, Moldova, Kosovo – and we are able to understand them! We also host artists from neighbouring Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary, Russia – and despite the fact that our governments, civil servants and business people have problems with finding common ground – we, theatre-goers, feel as close to them as if they came from Biskupiec or Pisz.
We share common historical experiences and a sense of humour – as a means of defence against giving up our fight for dignity; we skilfully read metaphors in the nexus of our woes, fears and anxieties; we have a penchant for using allegory – this antidote to authoritarian inclinations of the powers that be… all powers! We can understand one another! Often without words, but with tears in our eyes.
After “demoludy” performances we embrace our Brothers in Art thanking them
for the experiences, which are so close to us.
Yes. The myth of demoludy as the imperial sphere of influence has fortunately
crumbled. But the myth of DEMOLUDY culture in NEW EUROPE is thriving.
You’re invited to the Theatre for the Festival. See for yourselves…