Will our love stories ever resolve, they wonder, will they come to a head at some point like a mountain peak or a vast plateau or will they stubbornly revolve in spinning sequences of not-quite-endings, hapless or half-hearted attempts to cut cords left over from the last vow-less beginning?
Who goes with Caesar? A Drama in One Act SETTING The hold. A thick and layered darkness. A heavy odor […]
The stage directions here describe the future, what will come to pass, and what has already passed for these characters between the time of the play’s setting and the time of the play’s writing.
The auteur at the heart of her text yearns to close the gap between the art object and herself, the art star. At least, she wants the appearance of having forsaken aesthetic detachment. And we’re with her.
‘Only those who survived can remember for they alone know the smell of burning flesh and a day is coming […]
We know in this space that we are not discrete and separate, but fountains of flesh making and remaking ourselves through infinities of possibility...
Use sticks from the wings to tip over glasses of water. Tug at strings to pull out chairs for ghosts. Be in the building but NEVER be seen, no part of us.
As you read this, please put this song on repeat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPRy1B4t5YA Or this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rILKm-DC06A […]
I imagine theatre as the knife.
Open up. Let go of professional, strategic ideas of right and wrong, beauty and fear. Listen with an ear attuned to what is speaking. Listen as though the world is listening.