This was a weird play, and I feel okay saying that because even the press release pronounces, “PLUTO is dynamic, simple, and strange.” And I liked the weirder bits a lot. On the night I attended PLUTO (no longer a play), running through June 3
Is this enough
Is this fucked
Is this now
Is this boring
There is a buzzing that won’t stop; if it stops, I am afraid of how you will go on.
When one goes to the beach, does one lie on the sand and watch the water? Or does one wade in until they can barely reach the bottom?
Your tea drinking
What flavor and why
Like live performance. Like everything.
The Ones are always in transition, moving from one version of themselves to the next, not out of fear, but human necessity.
I first met Gus Schulenburg as an intern in his department at Theatre Communications Group. I remember being impressed by his ability to make time for everyone, in spite of the mountain of work at his desk, as well as his multidimensional attention span. (I
There are few things more likely to turn me off to a realist play than fake food and drink. Piehole’s Ski End, presented at the New Ohio Theatre through May 19, is hardly in proximity to kitchen-sink-drama territory, but even if it were my worries
Along the way, I make my own discoveries. I add my names to the list. I summon my personal radicals as I watch and witness…the dead will have their due.
An Evening Without Kippy Winston, Wherein the Author Attends the Season Finale of REAL TALK/KIP TALK
It was funny, it was touching, it inspired moderate anxiety.
Wily, genre-busting Will Rawls collaborates with poetic genius, Claudia Rankine, for their premire of “What Remains” at The Fisher Center for Performing Arts at Bard College.