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 […]
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
that moment before something is about to happen where anything is still possible in between this is where you are stuck
They will surely become aware of the powers inherent in other generations, that the children and the elderly possess the wisdom of resurrection in our time.
Imagine their devotion. Imagine what they heard.
Decolonisation is deconstructing our understanding of the choices we have to make, and making them.
Gradually, the audience realizes that the rocks are this canyon's performers. It is the slowest performance to which this audience has ever borne witness.
You’re on a long slow road in the Karoo. It’s hot and dry and all of your previous girlfriends are hitchhiking out of Cradock.
Imagine a theatre of dream interpretation. A manifesto for a theatre of healing stolen cultural memory.