It’s not so much a communing with the dead as an un-containing of the self, casting meaning into the void, hoping perhaps to receive some echo of that meaning back, in the shape of a hug, or song, or strip of tin foil torn from the wall.
The failure Burke examines comes from (intentional) overuse, dereliction, or poor design, not the result of freewheeling adventure or calculated risk-taking.
Aw man. I wish I was a kick ass Trumpet player or something.
At the start of playwright/director William Burke’s PIONEERS!#goforth at JACK, we are seated. We are in little chairs. We see a huge net, hanging above us, watching us. JACK’s perimeter begins to rumble with the war chants of a fearless ensemble. Then there is that
Equal parts theater, music, and dog park, Comfort Dogs presents an environment suitable for howling at the moon.
Lily Padilla goes on a bar crawl and talks to William Burke about his new show at The Bushwick Starr
A forward-looking backward glance at a decade of PRELUDE by Jeffrey M. Jones
The writer/director discusses his Elmo monodrama “Furry”.