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?
More Muscle! Liza Birkenmeier’s ‘the hollower’ (director Kristy Dodson) presented by New Light Theater Project
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.
Stranger Things: Dane Terry’s Jupiter’s Lifeless Moons, directed and developed by Ellie Heyman, Performance Space 122, Coil Festival
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.
Deathlandia: THE UNDERTAKING, Steven Cosson, The Civilians in collaboration with Jessica Mitrani, BAM Next Wave
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
The annual dare: Mac Wellman challenges three of his Brooklyn College playwrights to write short pieces based on the same source material, this year Maxim Gorky’s remembrances of Tolstoy, Chekhov, and Andreev. The set, a palimpsest of JACK’s signature tinfoil, typed pages and reverent portraits
I’ll Never Love Again transcends one woman’s story to become a kind of inter-generational love letter to the fleeting intensity of adolescence and the lives we led before our skins solidified into patterns made by love, loss, and time.