Implicit Monuments
Signs of violence are everywhere. Personal belongings, clothing, shoes, boxes, handbags, papers are scattered everywhere.
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Redactions #9: A Fragile Thing
Imagine their devotion. Imagine what they heard.
A Reproduction (all the ghosts were children) : Gloss
The more I travel this story with them, the more and more familiar it becomes; more and more a part of my imagination, and less and less what it was when I encountered it.
Future Perfect : Gloss
The stage directions here describe the future, what will come to pass, and what has already passed for these characters between the time of the play’s setting and the time of the play’s writing.
Implicit Monuments : Gloss 2
‘Only those who survived can remember for they alone know the smell of burning flesh and a day is coming […]
Implicit Monuments : Gloss 1
Scenography is an open-ended concept, ‘… a sensory as well as an intellectual experience, emotional as well as rational.’[1] […]
Uncle Vanya in Krivina: playing near two rivers
I would like the house to be un-crumbled, to undo the damage done by an earthquake, time, distance and neglect, and to place the performance and the audience in that house.
This is Me : Gloss
Open up. Let go of professional, strategic ideas of right and wrong, beauty and fear. Listen with an ear attuned to what is speaking. Listen as though the world is listening.
A Bad Spell : Gloss
My immediate response is through radio. Then I could hear the text and make meaning in my own mind; give body, color, setting, meaning to the images that drift toward me.
Then a Cunning Voice and A Night We Spend Gazing at Stars
I welcome you. Go for a walk in the field. In the woods. Meadow. Desert. Street. Bring a roasted chicken dinner. Share it. All night there are sighs amongst us, a caress.