Feminist philosopher Grosz asks: “How can we understand space differently, in order to organize, inhabit, and structure our living arrangements differently?” Dirks-Goodman takes this as provocation for her homespun meal and her other, more intangible, offerings.
If fantasy has the power to instantiate, and maintain such debilitating power structures, could it also be the very force required to undo them?
What would it mean, Café Play wonders, if we could be more present– less tweets, phones off, open to chance strangers seated nearby, ears attuned to those around us, and to the creatures and objects outside of our usual frequencies?
One woman’s refusal to participate in the social straightjackets necessitates another’s sacrifice; the hollower’s women are negatively bound to each other in a zero sum game.
The unknown and imagined expanse of space becomes synonymous at times with something like Heaven.
Terry shepherds us through storytelling, theater, and song on an absurdist Lynchian dive into the creepy under belly of the suburban Midwest town.
A response to “Farmhouse/Whorehouse: An Artist Lecture by Suzanne Bocanegra starring Lili Taylor” at the 2017 BAM Next Wave Festival
it’s the rare conversation that ventures into the silence surrounding all of the strange aspects of postpartum recovery and the illusion, for many, of the six-week, go-forth-and-fornicate appointment
It’s funny, like a more restrained, extended version of Saturday Night Live’s NPR spoof, “Delicious Dish.” But there’s more to it.
I wake up sometimes in the middle of the night and check if my partner is still breathing.
There’s something inherently destabilizing (and super fun) when particular performance genres are encountered out of their habitual, safe havens.
Half Straddle’s Ghost Rings at New York Live Arts