FlailingGirl loves t-shirts. She’s considering getting married in one. T-shirts are close to my heart as well. I designed a one-of-a-kind t-shirt for a performance I do. I put an iron-on transfer of Rene Magritte’s famous “This is a not pipe†painting on the front of a white t-shirt. The image of the pipe’s bowl is also really a sewed-on little pocket. A big red lettered word is added at the end of the French phrase. Ceci n’est pas une…
Words become their own being. Once they have left the body of their creator, they begin an existence of their own. They exercise their free will. Some will become fighting words. Soldiers in a war that is as old as mankind. Our fate, as well as the fate of others, is often a function of the words we distribute in the world. The butoh masters explore our bodies elementally as flesh in the manner of alchemists, schooling us in the…
I seem to be mistaken about the theatre editors having any regrets over what they have made public. Neither appears particularly flustered by the attention to their private beliefs and lives. In fact both seem to have flourished somewhat under the scrutiny. And the private/public rift that has developed between them has all the drama and scandal potential of a Rosie/Donald episode. For theatre’s sake, let’s hope they exploit the opportunity. I kid the critics. David wants his pathology to…
More update than correction, New York Magazine’s Vulture “fixed†the misrepresentation quoted in my last post. It now reads like this: And debate still rages over the Mike Daisey affair! Nick from Rat Sass thinks Mike faked his outrage over a mass walkout from his show, eager for publicity. This new form of “publication†coming out of mainstream press is very strange. Nothing ever really needs to be retracted, just tweaked in an updated edition. I wonder if I got…
I wish I could pour a bottle of water on the New York Magazine blog that misrepresents my writing about Mike Daisey. “And debate still rages over the Mike Daisey affair! Nick from Rat Sass thinks Mike staged a walkout from his own play for the publicity. “ Actually I wish I could drink a bottle of water, bodily process the liquid, and go piss on the author’s shoes. Of course I could probably be charged with assault, but I…
Publication is instantaneous. So blogging means that there is no Editor between you and your readers unless you place one there. Boal’s term, Cop-in-the Head. I know I am on to something if I begin to experience that distinct trepidation that occurs when my writing begins leading me, instead of me leading it. The Cop-in-the Head is also known as the Peer Panel. I never really completely recognize the authority I have allowed the Peer Panel to assert over my…