We die
So others can be born
We age
So others can be young
The point of life is live,
Love if you can. Then pass it on.
Kate Tempest

(e   tu  sei   solo   una  cosa  che  capita   come  un   elefante  o  un   narciso) (and you are just a thing happening like an elephant or a narcissus) is a project by Bluemotion about the detachment from material existence, the end of life, the compassion of those who remain.
Starting from investigation on the farewell to life, two important voices from English written word, coming from different generations and backgrounds, are compared. One is Caryl Churchill, the most outstanding English theatre writer alive, with her work Here We Go.
The other is the revolutionary rapper, poetess, writer, performer Kate Tempest and her work Wasted written for the theatre.
Dramatic and poetic texts are approached as mixed compositions, between scenic and musical writing, from Richard Strauss’s Lieder to rap, from Slam poetry to post-rock and hip-hop acoustics, from orchestral composition to the bare voice.
Bluemotion’s investigation mixes word and music at every stage, sharing creation with actors, actresses and musicians.

Kate Tempest has been a total revolution for the English cultural scene. Her works are central to poetry in Great Britain, where she is universally appreciated as a total artist, rapper, liver performer, poetess and writer. She is just thirty years old and she sings about a suffering generation, torn between ambitions and broken dreams. The streets of the city, which is always London to Kate Tempest, are the literary place where music, poetry and politics meet, where harsh and moving characters come to life.

Wasted guards all of Kate Tempest’s poetics, written for the scene. It is a story about two men and a woman meeting to commemorate the tenth anniversary of their best friend’s death. Confrontations, reflections and illusions stream on the ridge of sorrow. Becoming what we wanted seems no longer possible, it is only possible to be, although with difficulty and tear, what we can. From sunset to dawn, in a city which for twelve hours becomes the periphery of an imagined world, confessions and mistakes mix with balances, drugs and attempts to finally be oneself.
“Hold you own”, Kate Tempest’s famous motto, has become epic and public speech in England, in front of hundreds of thousands of people.
And Wasted is at the dawn of this awareness, it is the desperate backward step to get a running start. It is a work conceived in a versatile language which is poetry, stream of consciousness, music and rifts of tiny, shared everyday life. A choir of ancient inspiration, interpreted by the very characters, reasserts the rarefied humanity which the expression “Wasted” – polysemous and untranslatable – contains. Lost and consumed, the protagonists of this story drag us to that Waste Land which has become our life, a desert where, neither young nor old enough, we never seem destined to be good enough.
However, wasted and alone, we persist in the attempt to live the first day of our new life.

Giorgina Pi and Bluemotion, biographies