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.
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I Mumble the Body Electric,
Reassembly
It starts when clearance is given. The house is opened. People begin to drift in.
[UNTITLED] Water, Perspex, Soil, etc.
Can you see it? A huge expanse of water, crystal clear, a cliché. Dotted with little floating heads.
The Room : Gloss
What if the world is a room; what if the room is as large as the world?
Stage Directions for Trans Girls in Love : Gloss
The extravagance of these small fragments and minor aesthetic details are not wasteful, but beautiful. Think trans girl with diminutive ambition, sufficient amuse-bouche, endless caress, depressive, but comfortable, reparative when she leaks a little, and juvenile with a crush.
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 […]
A Hooligan Reflection : Gloss
I imagine theatre as the knife.
Theatre of the Everyday : Gloss
The “ultimate performance” requires the agora, as it demands a democratic space in which every author is also every other person’s performer.
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.