Jerry’s keen ear is tuned to productions of un-meaning—the kinds of nonsense, half-sense, and anti-sense that enable and mask violence, particularly violence committed in the names of patriotism and progress
With CHASM I wanted a way to get that back because I feel like that’s not about a career, or being an artist, it’s mine, it’s what I do, it’s what I’ve always done. It feels necessary for survival.
This is that Marco Polo shit, I realized. This city, we’ve inherited it. We’re in it. And I didn’t think anybody else besides Sam would care with the fervor that I did.
A response to The Offending Gesture by Mac Wellman and what makes something ‘work.’
Oh, the puppets! Last last weekend took me to Erin Courtney’s The Service Road directed by Meghan Finn in an Adhesive Theater Project production at the New York City College of Technology’s Voorhees Theater. Like a rude person, I was 15 minutes late.