The severed head of Homer has been degraded, discarded in wintry sidewalk snow mounds and forgotten inside the walk-in refrigerator of some swank restaurant before being hung on a meat hook above the bath tub.
I. The Urge To Participate I don’t often sit in the front row. Not because I’m afraid to (I actually quite like it), but because it’s such a deliberate choice, and I want to reserve it for special occasions. And as the lights went down
La Mama dispatch for PS 122’s COIL Fest, Pavel Zustiak’s “Custodians of Beauty” and “Bastard (The Painted Bird: Part 1)” and Squirts intergenerational queer pairings with stand up sets from Patti Harrison and Marga Gomez. To start the year alternating between bent over from either despair or because I might laugh so hard that the tears trickle down my legs felt fitting to my polar emotional swings of late.
With an impending Developer-in-Chief and First Son-in-Law eager to tear down historic buildings for the sake of more real estate profits, the preservation of buildings like 537 Broadway become essential. Kudos to Cathy for bringing it forward as the centerpiece and star of her latest work.