March 23, 2015 · Collusion
The wine was flowing, cheap and plentiful. The food? Thrown together. Not Michael’s usual spread, no carefully considered dishes that made you remember why communal eating matters. The kind of afterthought that tells you nobody’s heart is really in it anymore. The audience. Fuck me, the audience. The Game of Thrones Burning Man type has […]
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March 20, 2015 · Speculation
Speculation: exploring a new performance space… Euripides‘ Andromeda? Walking affirms, suspects, tries out, transgresses, respects, etc., the trajectories it “speaks”. All the modalities sing a part in the chorus, changing from step to step, stepping in through proportions, sequences, and intensities which vary according to the time, the path taken and the walker. These enunciatory […]
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March 7, 2015 · Speculation
Sutro Baths, these magnificent corpse pits of concrete and rebar where the Pacific chews on what’s left of a San Francisco Belle Époque dream. And there, in the ruins, someone’s staging a reading of Titus Andronicus. That play. The one that makes Hamlet look like a fucking therapy session. Vengeance is in my heart, death […]
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February 22, 2015 · Engineering
My talent will be the love I feel for that which constitutes the world of prisons and penal colonies. Not that I want to transform them or bring them around to your kind of life, or that I look upon them with indulgence or pity: I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless […]
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February 20, 2015 · Speculation
Speculation: how we work backstage at San Francisco’s Old Mint putting together a site specific theater production of Jean Genet’s The Balcony at Old Mint with Derek Phillips and Tonyanna Borkovi. Who but the artist has the power to open man up, to set free the imagination? The others – priest, teacher, saint, statesman, warrior […]
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February 15, 2015 · FalseArt
I don’t know what Chris Marker was smoking when he assembled this film, but Jesus Christ, the archaeology of our disposable souls rendered in busted transistors and cracked plastic, every discarded thing a little tombstone for the five minutes we thought it mattered before we needed the new thing, the better thing, the thing that […]
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February 12, 2015 · Collusion
Look at these people. Really look at them. These are theater people, the real kind. The ones doing Genet in a defunct federal building in San Francisco. Site-specific theater, which means they’re not just memorizing lines; they’re wrestling with architecture, with history, with the bones of a building that’s got more stories than any script. […]
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