Today is such an age that everything is documented, in one way or another. Well, great theater artists are left with many recorded performances. Don't be fooled, the recordings are not theater, they are just an insufficient document, a trace, which like any trace - speaks by absence.
But, in the memories of thousands of spectators, those performances remain as a real part of the experience, an experience, a truth that, no matter how fragile, is not questioned. This is the unique magic of the theater - it dies everywhere except in the minds of the audience. Art condemned to people. And for people.
That is why memories of the greatest theater magicians not only have the structure of a myth, but also become a myth, a kind of personal but also public myth.
He goes into that kind of myth Jagoš Marković, an infinitely talented director, a devotee of theaters of which there are few and far between, a man - a theater epoch.
With Jagoš, there was no need for unnecessary explanations, everything was just told through play, feeling, creation. By letting go, without the rest. There was no difference between art and life, between stage and everyday life. Between breathing and playing.
But I will always remember him, first of all, as that restless, elusive boy, who, right from his diapers, knows what interests him in life and what he will be... And not only does he know, but it seems that the world is also clear, such it was a kind of innocent, infantile self-indulgence.
As you would expect from true theater people, he was an incredible improviser, and of course, like all non-standard profiles of talented people, school was boring to him.
A former boy who sat next to him in elementary school told me, amazed, how Jagoš once got the highest grade. There was a written assignment in class, and Jagoš didn't write a single letter. He fussed with the others, rolled his eyes, passed the pen from hand to hand, and didn't write a single line... The teacher called him - "Come on, Marković, read what you wrote". Jagoš stood up without any problems and the brilliant theater began. Holding the notebook in his hands and as if carefully looking into the notebook, he "read" the non-existent "composition". With all those acting moments - some words would confuse him so he would squint to look better - but the teacher was amazed by such a well-written work. His former friend from the bench told me that it was incredible, "since then I looked at him as some kind of wizard", he added.
For various reasons, life and art, of course, but he was not the only one who saw him as a wizard.
He was lucky enough to have such a wonderful and miraculously gifted energy recognized in time by a lady Vanja Popović from the City, then Pioneer Theater and to stand behind him with his whole being in the human and creative sense literally as a boy. He was probably the only director who at the age of fifteen - already had his own (institutional) theater...
Therefore, the mayor's proposal seems quite appropriate Injac that this very theater, Jagoš's first theater home, the place where he "walked" in theater, bears his name. It would be a true return of Jagoš to his city.
People loved Jagoš. His dedication was contagious, he awakened in people the best versions of themselves. And that is a rare gift.
Or, as it is, in an attempt to formulate all the dynamism of his being, a mutual friend once formulated - crazy talented and talented crazy...
Finally, it is no coincidence that some old theater routes in the region were "opened" and paved by him. It belonged to him, by talent and education. And an artistic character that knew no fear.
And the nobility of Podgorica, which he wore so simply and naturally, like a cashmere scarf...
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