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A never-ending stream of hypnotic ghosts.
A new way of being, a new world emerges, one of infinite possibility, as the current one is upended.
"There is no end to the work we begin here."
Assaulted by sound. A noisescape that experientially presented embodied anxiety. Mic stand dialogue, alienating and surprisingly all the more evocative for it. Shit hanging from the ceiling.…
it was about our bodies.
no, it was about our wildness.
as if you could divide them.
I am seeing the iPhone ghost faded into Mark’s jean pocket. We see each other.
He is seeing each one of us.
“Nostalgia” is appealing because its outlines are blurry, soft, malleable; it is easy to romanticize the past because you can pick and choose the parts of them you want to recall.
“What are we even trying to save!?”
We have long had a fascination with what our culture’s celebrities do behind closed doors. What nicknames do they use? What junk food do they like? Yeah but how do they talk to each other,…
Is a one-act the most intentionally ephemeral storytelling? Or a prelude to a more extended version of itself?
An effective seduction, there is enough truth in the tall tales to keep us believing and bound to the ride.
It feels almost as though I am watching a fairy tale, or an animal documentary about conflict within an ecosystem.
In these perilous, challenging and unpredictable times in our country and in the world, we can look to the performing arts for some clues as to how we might respond and continue to live our …
But the tortoises bring a different element. They seem trustworthy. You can really count on them to play their part.
George Emilio Sanchez offers a rumination on Culturebot's Maura Donohue's recent work at La MaMa
I could go on, you should go on for me, counting heros not yet fallen.
this world doesn’t make sense. therefore, making art that tries to make perfect sense doesn’t make any sense.
“If a clone was made of you, would you sleep with it?”
This was a weird play, and I feel okay saying that because even the press release pronounces, “PLUTO is dynamic, simple, and strange.” And I liked the weirder bits a lot. On the night I …
There is a buzzing that won’t stop; if it stops, I am afraid of how you will go on.
Is this enough
Is this fucked
Is this now
Is this boring
When one goes to the beach, does one lie on the sand and watch the water? Or does one wade in until they can barely reach the bottom?
Your tea drinking
What flavor and why
Like live performance. Like everything.
The Ones are always in transition, moving from one version of themselves to the next, not out of fear, but human necessity.
I first met Gus Schulenburg as an intern in his department at Theatre Communications Group. I remember being impressed by his ability to make time for everyone, in spite of the mountain of w…
There are few things more likely to turn me off to a realist play than fake food and drink. Piehole’s Ski End, presented at the New Ohio Theatre through May 19, is hardly in proximity to k…
Along the way, I make my own discoveries. I add my names to the list. I summon my personal radicals as I watch and witness...the dead will have their due.
It was funny, it was touching, it inspired moderate anxiety.
Wily, genre-busting Will Rawls collaborates with poetic genius, Claudia Rankine, for their premire of "What Remains" at The Fisher Center for Performing Arts at Bard College.
Director Alexis Confer is in a groove. After three straight successful productions of Shakespeare’s most well loved comedies, she’s taking on the notoriously ambitious, fantastical and w…