February 25, 2014 · Industries
So here we are in the Cantor, Stanford’s marble temple to the idea that culture can be contained, catalogued, made safe for the children of tech money and inherited privilege. And into this pristine space comes Aleta Hayes with her Chocolate Heads, turning off the goddamn lights and switching on the black lights like some […]
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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. 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 — 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, in 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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