Éxodo / Exodus
The seats are completely empty; everyone is on the stage, including the box office personnel and the usher. No one is missing.
The seats are completely empty; everyone is on the stage, including the box office personnel and the usher. No one is missing.
Twitter knives and missiles of centrifugal brilliance will explode in infinite holographic networks. May everything burn and be written again, recited over, and declaimed again.
The idea is to destroy Chile. Countries don’t have to last forever. Sometimes they commit irreparable crimes. For example. A court.
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.
Optional reading soundtrack: “SYM” by Kano (Hoodies All Summer, 2019). “SYM” (Suck Your Mum) is the closing track from British Grime-pioneer […]
What if we define values, principles, and methodologies, resisting the pressure to define outcomes? What if we focus on what drives us and on how we want to live and work together, but leave the imagination open to the concrete shapes our collaboration can take?
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.
Imagine their devotion. Imagine what they heard.
Can you see it? A huge expanse of water, crystal clear, a cliché. Dotted with little floating heads.