November 3, 2016 · Individualism
That public men publish falsehoods Is nothing new. That America must accept Like the historical republics corruption and empire Has been known for years. Be angry at the sun for setting If these things anger you. Robinson Jeffers, Be Angry At The Sun, 1941 The stone holds everything, every failed marriage, every dead child, every […]
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October 29, 2016 · Speculation
Aleta Hayes rehearsal of the Chocolate Heads Class in Roble Studio. The natural order will emerge only if we let go of the fear of the disorder, we trust each other. Judith Malina Stanford Theater and Performance Studies‘ lecturer Aleta Hayes leads The Chocolate Heads Class in Roble Gym
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October 24, 2016 · Industries
What we’ve got here is the kind of conceptual sleight of hand that makes the museum going bourgeoisie feel dangerous for an afternoon. Lucky Dragons (Sarah Rara and Luke Fischbeck) dragged peace itself into SFMOMA and roughed it up, reverse engineered it like they were hot wiring a stolen Cadillac for good intentions. They took […]
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October 18, 2016 · Industries
Performers Under Stress presents the West Coast Premiere of BLACK RIVER FALLS by Bryn Magnus.
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October 11, 2016 · Individualism
Betty Reid Soskin at ninety-four, ninety-four, standing there receiving an award named after Carey McWilliams, and the only thing more beautiful than the image is knowing she didn’t wait for permission to make history happen. She made it happen, hustled it into existence, because that’s what you do when the official story is a lie […]
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October 4, 2016 · Collusion
The fight is won or lostfar away from witnesses –behind the lines,in the gym,and out there on the road,long before I dance under those lights.Muhammad Ali Inga Weiss was the real deal in a world drowning in polite academic horseshit. This woman looked at post-war Germany, her good parents in Ansbach, the comfortable life, all […]
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September 22, 2016 · Collusion
Look at them. Amber and Judy. First ones on the Roble Theater stage (now the Harry J. Elam Jr. Theater) in this space that still smells like fresh paint and possibility. You know what that means? That means there’s no roadmap. No one’s fucked it up here yet. No one’s nailed it yet either. Just […]
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