NO34 Revolution

You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
/The Beatles/

The new production by Theatre NO99 NO34 Revolution dissects one of the most remarkable notions in human civilisation − revolution, and its political, social, aesthetical, intellectual and emotional backbone.

It's a insurmountable abyss in front of us today − and we have nothing to cross that abyss. We live better than ever before, and yet the situation is unbearable. Nothingness of our souls, void of our lives, emptiness of our being. The only tools we use are truth, democracy, sulky Twitter posts and small Sunday-riots (incl families).
But this is not enough.
Abyss is too big.
Abyss is total.
And we're in bottom of that abyss.

The situation of today is therefore revolutionary.
So. Why isn't there any? Where have revolutions gone? How should a revolution look like? How should we do it? Who could publish a manual for revolution? When will we have a new revolution, a total discursive shift, a destruction, a war, a fight? When will the fists rise again? When will we see the barricades of 1968 again, the houses on fire like back in 1905 or 1917, the masses on the streets like in 1789? When will the past be burnt and when will the new humans be born? When?
Or should the question be: will there be a revolution ever again?
Revolutions are never constructed, never calculated, they're always results of insufferable situations. One cannot analyse revolution. One can know, that revolutions do exist and hope or believe, that maybe a revolution will be a solution.

In 2017 the whole Western Europe will celebrate the 100th anniversary of Great October Revolution. The leftists and hipsters, artists and Starbucks-intellectuals turn out to be greatest fans of revolution. The revolution will be instrumentalised for our current political purposes, the history will be idealised and the revolutionary violence which once killed millions will be regarded as the only bridge across the abyss of today. What to do, when one knows, that the only way out is the revolution, but the same way out will be covered with bodies and ash?

But when you talk about destruction
Don’t you know that you can count me out
/The Beatles/