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.
What I remember about Everyman, the 15th (I think?) century morality play taught in many theater history surveys: next to nothing. It’s allegorical, performers act in the role of virtues, there’s a journey, maybe a choice? God weighs in? So, what does that have to
I haven’t thrown a dildo in the mailbox for Oregon, but I’ve belatedly followed the white militia’s armed occupation of a wildlife refuge and the ensuing conversations around who is labeled a terrorist, and how race and gender – in both sly and slap-you-in-the-face ways