So, while trying to strictly manage the pervasive NYC version of Arts Presenters-infected “festival fomo,” I still accumulated enough exposure to the spores of a range of performances in the January flurry to wander into a compost pile of considerations on what is doggedly sprouting among us in the age of extinction.
The Poetry Project’s “dedication to the amplification of radical imagination, oppositional thinking, and community building among writers, artists, and their audiences” makes its New Year’s Day Marathon Reading a perfect way to let go of all the lost voices and hopes of 2016 and to rebuild our fortitude, inoculate ourselves against the vitriol and demagoguery, and find the voices of a newly (re)forming counterculture.
Douglas Dunn’s Cassations, which ran last weekend at Danspace Project, opens with seven multi-colored flower sculptures scattered throughout St. Mark’s sanctuary, which are carried offstage by dancers in yellow ponchos while opening announcements are made. Onto the empty stage arrive Dunn’s twelve dancers, divided by
Horror, death, horror, degenerate art, and some guy name Buridan’s ass: a weekend of shows from Culturebot’s intrepid reporters