Indoor Weather

In Indoor Weather, the lighting, sound and fly bars are on an equal footing with the human performers. All of these elements are involved in a mysterious game whose rules lie just beyond our comprehension. A moldy green glow suddenly falls upon the stage and then spreads like an oil slick through the theatre; an actor recites passages from it, the monumental cycle of poems by the Danish poet Inger Christensen from 1969; soundscapes swell and recede in the space as if coming from high and low pressure areas. Who is influencing whom in this constantly mutating environment? What is dependent on what? Is the environment a mainstay or an opponent?

In front of the mountains, and before the mountains
burn or break up as planned,
houses are set up, but just houses
that are not real houses, but just real
fronts of unreal houses
into which everyone can easily run
when an artificial rain begins

(poem from it, Inger Christensen)