Time lost along the way: Gone or Lost?
Let’s imagine a duration without regular pattern. Nothing in it is recognizable, nothing ever recurs. It is just a duration […]
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Nobody Sees Hamlet
The audience files into the theater. Lights fade out, chatting subsides. Lights up. a figure enters from stage left. They […]
Lengua materna / Mother tongue
I do not imagine a theater, because I live theater, breathe it in and out; I dream it. But, if I had to imagine a theater, then I'd like to imagine that the languages that have been forgotten, which are still spoken in many parts of the world, would be part of this new playwriting.
I Mumble the Body Electric,
or (i)Phone, (u)Phone
We hear an undeniably human voice. First a few. Then hundreds. Then thousands. Then all of the human voices in the world, all at once.
The Sacred Something
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.
Oroonoko, Called You, An Essay in Three Acts : Gloss
Who goes with Caesar? A Drama in One Act SETTING The hold. A thick and layered darkness. A heavy odor […]
All the Worlds
We know in this space that we are not discrete and separate, but fountains of flesh making and remaking ourselves through infinities of possibility...
Nearly Finished
I’m standing in a queue waiting to get into my own show.
Theatre of the Everyday
We are used to producing theatre that is designed to remove us from ourselves. Theatres enable us, the audience, to […]
All the Worlds : Gloss
Her reflections offer us a thinking-through of thought-making, thought-creation; a play between memory and invention, how feeling shapes itself into words.