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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.
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.
Eddie Redmayne has gouged out his own eyes on the steps of the National Theatre after having come under fire from disability activists protesting his plans to play Lear. His long-anticipated return to the stage looks set to break box office records. Kevin Spacey makes dazzling Old Vic comeback starring in play about his own downfall.
Duse’s superpower: her capacity to disappear, leaving only her plaster hands as evidence that she was a material presence in the world. Disappearance. Reproduction. She knew the theatrical drill.
The curtain opens on the cold, wintry Atlantic Ocean.
Is it any different from anyone else? Is anyone even listening? The musician doesn’t know.
How might a theatre piece take advantage of four different languages conceived as musical instruments, each one with its own unique potential?
Who is that woman in the first paragraph, so jaded and bored? Even when I have seen a show, I have not really seen it. And there is always more to see. I start reading.
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.
There’s a woman on stage wearing slender black trousers cut at the ankle, a t-shirt and a blazer, flat shoes. Very neatly dressed.
I’m a single lesbian looking for a lover. I’m 44. My favourite food is chops. I make art to make […]