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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January 31, 2015 · Individualism
Last week I spent some time with this gentleman outside the Old Mint. He’s a jazz musician. Played with some of the greats up and down California, the kind names you’d recognize if you knew anything about the real music, the stuff that mattered before everything got packaged and sold back to us as nostalgia. […]
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January 24, 2015 · FalseArt
You walk into rehearsal with this thing in your head: this perfect, shimmering bastard of an idea. And then reality shows up with a tire iron and starts beating the shit out of it. But here’s the thing: that’s not a bug, it’s the whole goddamn point. I’m working with other people, right? Some of […]
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December 20, 2014 · FalseArt
The Hustle Never Stops, It Just Gets Smarter Post-Structuralism didn’t die, it went corporate. Burned bright, ate itself, and what’s left is a set of moves you can pull at faculty meetings, a way to sound dangerous while keeping your parking spot. Derrida says kill your idols, declares the author dead, and sure, on the […]
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December 13, 2014 · Individualism
We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos. I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. My […]
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