The Age of Duse : Gloss
The lectures are written for a course that is never taught because the discipline in which it might be delivered does not yet exist.
The lectures are written for a course that is never taught because the discipline in which it might be delivered does not yet exist.
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KRISTINE: I’m pasting. I’m pasting.
Without the assistance of chaos, Nedorazliva might never have come to be.
The people who wrote me were not aware; they didn't know that everything would become a show. I didn't tell them they would be the protagonists
Can we compose a performance that sails to you across a virtual arc, like these words, with the harp vibration of a telegraph, and no risk of contagion? How do we shrink this microscopic stage?
It is possible to imagine this room, because you have been in it before.
Can you see it? A huge expanse of water, crystal clear, a cliché. Dotted with little floating heads.
This landscape offers things up to you – and your body takes its place among them. Rest for a moment. You do not need to make anything appear; so much is already here, and you are not even close to being in control.
A plastic theatre is deathless, staticky, sticky, silent. It is scary and strangely safe. Creepy and clinical but also ubiquitous.