Blockwart
Blockwart is an audio play tracing one year in the life of BOULD, a young acting student whose reality begins to blur with the mythic play he’s rehearsing. Set in a fictional Berlin where the seasons carry their own distinct mood, month by month the enigmatic house caretaker BLOCKWART guides the listeners through the unsettling landscape of 2026.
Script, voices, artwork:
Øyvind Renberg
Sound design, mix, music:
Louis McGuire
WEBSITE
https://oyvindrenberg.com
Blockwart
5: MAY
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With the warmth of spring, Klaus Liebchen’s leaking bathroom pipes trap Bould in a wet “neighbor sandwich,” soundtracked by Dr. Michael’s favorites The Jukes of Dixieland. Blockwart consoles Bould in the basement’s healing ambience.
Characters, in order of appearance:
BOULD, acting student, apartment block tenant
DROOPY, apartment block tenant
BLOCKWART, house caretaker
KLAUS & WIFE LIEBCHEN, apartment block tenants
DR. MICHAEL, apartment block tenant
FADER CORNELIUS, apartment block tenant
Featuring «Dr. Michael’s Theme», by Louis McGuire
May If this is a dream, then that must have been real. Let's go watch the cherry blossoms. Droopy Yeah Bo What happened to your dog affectations? Those difficult faces woofing and panting they go away when I drink Is that what you're doing in the cafe? When I'm drunk I simply can't. Even if I try, I cannot lie.
SPEAKER_00Ball, will you play marbles with me? Yes. Bo.
SPEAKER_01Someone has hidden a knife in the wall. Be careful. Bold was awake. If that was a dream, then this must be real. The basement it all came back to Bold. In his apartment, Bold had stood rehearsing for his big role in the epic Greek Swede planned to premiere at the prestigious young pheasant student playhouse. The experienced sale of a schooner. Yet above him, meanwhile, Klaus and wife Libyan their so called basement loft penthouse styled after a coal cellar the Libyans They'd been eyeing the attic's south facing last area between the old clothes, lions and pigeons that made up Father Cornelius' digs, and then without protest or pay, the old priest had moved. The Lypians had turned the new area into a state of the art private bathhouse. But screwing gold pipes onto old pipes is never a good idea, and so with the warmth of spring, Klaus and wife Lipion's pipes had burst. On the floor below Bold that forever theatre rehearsing, practicing, reciting actor stacked with other household objects. These corners remind me of a summer night on the tip of Denmark with feet and through Bald's place Klaus and wife Lipion's juices trickled down to doctor Michael Dr Michael's Southern Cracker Biscuit. In response, doctor Michael turned on his favorite CD, the Dukes of Dixieland. Dr. Michael's favorite CD. The experienced sail of a schooner. The experienced sail of a schooner. The trombone was serenading Bold's heart like a rubber clown. Seasoned by tobacco in a sunburst linen suit. The experienced sail of a schooner. Klaus joined in from above with his soul foxtrot for one. Poor Ball was trapped in a in a neighbor sandwich. The pink of my grandma's night gun. Am I pretending with this pink?
unknownThey are pink.
SPEAKER_01The cherry blossoms. They don't lie. She made me a little costume. Dormant house fungus started oozing from the walls. Eyes crossed the Greek Swede. Bald's play script seemed to push new words out of his mouth. Tiny Swede in the hellas. In the wall. Someone has hidden a knife. Mrs. Hidden Knife. What? Am I on your receiving end? Triggering the blues. A knife! A warm neighbor sandwich had enclosed poor baby meatballed. A knife? What? It's against the law. He then came to me for help. I brought Bold down to the basement. Come with Mr Fixit Bold. Sorry, let him block what take care of you. The basement Father Cornelius, his old ship's sea chest stood over by a dark corner. The priest's voice sounded from under its dusty lid. You've met the father, bold. He lives here now. That's right, Father. That's right. Bold. No shame in asking for help. You're safe here. This is the bomb shelter. Listen. Bold all your worries will be absorbed by Earth's sandy clay. Six thousand kilometers of clay power. It reaches right inside your chest. Wilting your spine as if it's grafted onto a moonstone. They are pink mild cherry blossoms. They're dimensioned trooping. No one will ever invite me to a party. It is against the law. Bold who cares about parties anyway. It's just that my mother, she would have wanted me to be in to be invited to one. She made me a little costume and everything. You were invited to my party. I thought it was my party. Well, you and me are one of the things that you're going to do.