Worstward Ho
The father and his child plod somehow on past Croker’s Acres, down the fields and lanes.
The father and his child plod somehow on past Croker’s Acres, down the fields and lanes.
I want to explore Cubist theater with the dramatic voice. Speaking history of the north and west. Working […]
sharing rhythm creates a political question about who determines rhythm and when trio in unison, with the possibility of becoming either backup dancers or soloists open-ended and absurdist and nonsensical shame as part of gaze
It is raw, it is real, it is happening with you in the room and can only be experienced in the “here and now.” It is open to a multiplicity of heres and nows depending on the realities, perceptions, localities... of those present.
that moment before something is about to happen where anything is still possible in between this is where you are stuck
It must be with the sound of bells, bells that play longer than usual, which we perceive more clearly because […]
No spinsterlollypop for me — yes — we have No bananas — I got lusting palate — I Always eat them — — — — — —
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?
We were making a circus show. On a bus. About a bus. Transforming a bus.
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