Sunday, May 18, 2014

Swordfights in a Hall of Mirrors; Cock by Mike Bartlett

"Submission is the only window we can take the dead moth asleep between us, you who fingers its arched back, a spinal keyboard, and sound out the words, 'He's dead' before we reach for the needle that will sew the coffin shut." -Amy King, "The Strange Power of Lying to Yourself" "One last sarcastic curveball, that who threw at whom, and who got stranded on third base? I won't stay if you don't want me to, but you didn't show up after, and I knew a whole night might let wolves loose in our space. Lie down beside me if it's good for you." -Marilyn...

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Sides of the Coin: "How We Got On" by Idris Goodwin and "We Are Proud to Present..." by Jackie Sibblies Drury presented by Available Light

The presence of beauty reminds us of its all too frequent absence and demands that we remedy that absence to the best of our ability, if only to salve the pain of lack.  Again in Rilke's words: there is no part that doesn't see you:  you must change your life...The pain that beauty often induces (beauty is something we undergo, a passion) is the pain of the awareness of the absence of such a thing in or as our lives, beauty's reminder of our own inadequacy.  Rilke's archaic torso is after all a fragment of a god: beauty shines out...