I seek some empathy for today is the 82nd day since the theatres have gone dark, and many more days of darkness are ahead of us, even as the rest of you begin to step out into a new normal. The time remains dark for us, and we’re desperate for light. But instead of thinking about that, I have sent out the horsemen to fight a battle of opinion, using truth as the weapon.
I am sorry that I have pushed us into a dead end in my response, by ignoring your blindness, by insisting that by a uni-dimensional standard, I am worthy.
And, so, now, I ask, what if, what you say is true?
Ay voz secreta del amor oscuro ¡ay balido sin lanas! ¡ay herida! ¡ay aguja de hiel, camelia hundida! ¡ay corriente sin mar, ciudad sin muro! ¡Ay noche inmensa de perfil seguro, montaña celestial de angustia erguida! ¡ay perro en corazón, voz perseguida! ¡silencio sin confín, lirio maduro! Huye de mí, caliente voz de hielo, no […]
“What I need I don’t have What I have I don’t own What I own I don’t want What I want, Lord, I don’t know.” -Lyric from the “Confiteor” (Confession) section of Mass. “You scream for peace, you won’t get it that way, screaming is not peaceful, & only peacefulness can engender peace. Peace must be […]
I had the luck and privilege to attend the last full dress rehearsal of Theatre Practice’s Four Horse Road last night, March 24, 2020. I was free. Literally, freed, released, cut, or retrenched. There’s no other way to call it such when your entire industry goes dark. My rehearsals had been cancelled, because the show […]
As an observer of Southernmost and writing this response essay, I found myself asking a nagging question – Why should a handful of international artists gather, spending our carbon footprint, to verbalize and analyse the experience of meeting the Other?
I propose two frames in this essay to help deepen the analysis of my question: 1) Tranculturalism; and the more cynical sounding 2) clash of civilisations.