Marlene Streeruwitz

And so, the subjected have confirmed the kings’ power again, for they were speechless and could not define it; (…) That’s why you can’t hold the ones who have power responsible, but you must root out the ones who have made the powerful more and more determined in their will for submission.
To be able to describe that, one has to know about this, also know about the blood, which both men and women, as experts, claim as their very own cleaning liquid (but of course they only produce more dirt with it), the ones by spilling it, the others by also spilling it, but out of themselves. I don’t know anyone who knows more about these things than Marlene Streeruwitz. And this indescribability of it, to which we all succumb, makes her plays tangible and enigmatic at the same time. And in every moment, she can change the tangible into the enigmatic. For you can’t evaluate power (…) maybe it wants it slowly, for it has always been there and always been good enough: to go away. Maybe it wants to be exercised by others for once, here you go, let’s try it, nothing will change. But at least you can show it through the petri dishes Marlene Streeruwitz puts on the stage, keep stirring for ten minutes on low heat. Who or what are you looking for in this faint mist rising from the stove, or is it a meadow? Morning has come already, it can’t be morning. But. Life. It will give it to her? Give her what? No one is lying here. Everyone is lying. It’s theatre. Exactly the right place for it. (Elfriede Jelinek)