Recently, I came across a notebook I used while working with the inimitable Richard Foreman, the legendary theater maker and self-proclaimed King of the Avant-Garde. The incomprehensible instructions that follow are quoted exactly as I wrote them, in italics. (photo: Paula Court)
There are no men in the world of Butch McCloud only butch and femme dykes, living in the city of Missopolis. There, Butch and her band of bakers who run a collectively-owned non-profit vegan bake shop face off against the evil corporate
Experimental theater company theater et al questions the value of life in their new piece, AUDIT. Inspired by the federal September 11th fund and the ethically dubious cash awards given to victims families, the performance dissects why one life is worth more than another.
Emerging playwright Young Jean Lee’s new work The Appeal (a historically inaccurate look at The Romantic Poets) opens April 9th at Soho Rep. The Appeal is a sardonic take on the life of artists and the cliques that they form. It also ponders, in an
I will explain the above-mentioned phrase in the rest of this post. But before I get to that, let me just say that I saw Roaring Girle on Sunday and I enjoyed it. It was great see a show of this size and scope that
Culturebot hasn’t seen The Foundry Theater’s production of The Roaring Girle yet, (we’re supposed to go in a week or so), but word has started to spread that it’s every bit as good as people thought it would be. Mike at epenthesis.org says: “What can
Sunday February 8th was the opening night of The Civilians’ The Ladies, presented in partnership with Dixon Place, Chashama and Cherry Lane Theatre. I attended the first preview of this show on Friday, February 6th, along with many members of the Civilians, Mac Wellman, and
You have one last weekend to catch DEMON BABY at the Ohio, and it’s worth the trip through the subarctic New York night–it’s a compelling piece of theater from Clubbed Thumb.
This cultural moment belongs to pirates. Pirates of the Carribbean and Peter Pan are just the latest signals of the ascendancy of piracy among the eternal goofy pantheon of robots, ninjas, and monkeys.
A few weeks ago I met an Italian-American woman who had worked for an Armenian charitable organization. She told me how it had been really hard, as a non-Armenian, to do her job, since it was such a tight-knit community. And then just last weekend