Time lost along the way: Gone or Lost?
Let’s imagine a duration without regular pattern. Nothing in it is recognizable, nothing ever recurs. It is just a duration […]
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Nobody Sees Hamlet
The audience files into the theater. Lights fade out, chatting subsides. Lights up. a figure enters from stage left. They […]
Éxodo / Exodus
The seats are completely empty; everyone is on the stage, including the box office personnel and the usher. No one is missing.
Qué todo arda / May Everything Burn
Twitter knives and missiles of centrifugal brilliance will explode in infinite holographic networks. May everything burn and be written again, recited over, and declaimed again.
Lengua materna / Mother tongue
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.
How can we rehearse for a future we don’t have an image of?
What if we define values, principles, and methodologies, resisting the pressure to define outcomes? What if we focus on what drives us and on how we want to live and work together, but leave the imagination open to the concrete shapes our collaboration can take?
feast
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.
WEST END EATS ITSELF IN GAY PC SNOWFLAKE BLOODBATH SHOCKER
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.
Work-in-Progress
We have to do better to offer arts programs in under-resourced schools. We have to do better to offer arts programs in communities of color. We have to do better in the future. But how are we doing better now?
Dear Joan
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...