February 12, 2014 · Industries
I know what it looks like already. The body suspended mid leap or run, caught in that freeze frame mythology we’ve all agreed means “transcendence” or “freedom” or whatever bullshit someone is packaging this week. The lighting just so. The composition that genuflects about “liminal space” ever thumbtacked to a corkboard. It’s pornography, really, image […]
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February 5, 2014 · Industries
Rebecca gets it. She understands that friendship is the most important thing there is because it requires you to show up without armor, without an agenda, without any guarantee that the other person won’t just look at you like you’re speaking Martian. It’s vulnerable and stupid and necessary, and most of us are too chickenshit […]
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January 30, 2014 · Industries
That title. Mud. One syllable that lands like a boot heel in primordial ooze. It’s the sound of being stuck, of drowning slowly in the ordinary.Β Because Mud doesn’t traffic in the redemption industrial complex. Mae, Lloyd, Henry: they’re not climbing out of anything. They’re sinking, and Fornes just watches with the cold, clear eye […]
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January 17, 2014 · Speculation
Lear is a play [that] contains a great deal of veiled social criticism β but it is all uttered either by the Fool, by Edgar when he is pretending to be mad, or by Lear during his bouts of madness. In his sane moments Lear hardly ever makes an intelligent remark. George Orwell, inΒ Lear Rodeo […]
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December 20, 2013 · Absolute Solipsism
Solipsism at the circus. Circus Center, San Francisco
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December 19, 2013 · FalseArt
Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Hamlet Arnold doing “To be or not to be” with a cigar clenched in his teeth and a .44 in his hand is the most honest fucking Shakespeare you’re ever going to see. You want purity? You want authenticity? Go watch some Yale Drama School graduate emote at you for three hours. What […]
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December 13, 2013 · Industries
Damn everything but the circus!…The average ‘painter’ ‘sculptor’ ‘poet’ ‘composer’ ‘playwright’ is a person who cannot leap through a hoop from the back of a gallopingΒ horse, make peopleΒ laughΒ with aΒ clown’sΒ mouth,Β orchestrateΒ twenty lions. E.E. Cummings, Staging Modern American Life: Popular Culture in the Experimental Theatre of Millay, Cummings, and Dos Passos, Palgrave Macmillan, 25 October 2011, p. 60 […]
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