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Payment for an imagined performance in the future.
Payment for an imagined performance in the future.
I’m a playwright by trade, and like Wainwrights and Shipwrights, in this modern world Playwrights are pretty useless. It is a dying art. Seriously disrupted.
I imagine theatre as the knife.
It pays the artist at a rate commensurate to the time and labour of the work undertaken.
The “ultimate performance” requires the agora, as it demands a democratic space in which every author is also every other person’s performer.