Thanks to artist MEGAN WEBER, these quote-bearing bookmarks and this saucy puppet – soon to be even more artfully embellished – will be included with the bespoke edition of THE MERCURY WALTZ, at the printers’ now and shortly to be published … The whole idea of a book, a tactile and touchable, page-bearing book, will be echoed in these extras, starting with the choice of watercolor art paper for the puppet’s stock. We aim to please, we wish the whole package to give pleasure before the first page is even turned.
Ordering information will shortly be available, and yes, there will be a regular hardcover edition – beautifully printed, of course, just like the bespoke version – as well as an ebook. Because it needn’t be either/or. And the story itself will unfold in your mind’s eye, just as it always has and always will.
Cry the Mercury!
Site-specific, call it, or theatrum mundi, the theatre of the world . . . The ensemble has accomplished the Poppy brothel and the ringing depths of Hell. Where will they go, what will they play next?
Keep your ear to the ground, stay tuned. The ensemble advances.
[Back row: LAURA BAILEY, CHRIS JAKOB, STEVE XANDER CARSON, SAMANTHA ERIN MOLTMAKER. Front: VANESSA ELLEN HENTSCHEL, JONATHAN WEST. Photo: Rick Lieder.]
“Faustus is gone, regard his hellish fall . . .”
Our FAUSTUS in Detroit has ended: five nights of high poetry and fierce physicality, of straps, rope, silk, sweat, a gaze that finds yours in the darkness, a Sin that grasps and won’t let go. We thank our hosts, the First Unitarian-Universalist Church of Detroit, and mighty organist Todd Ballou; we thank our artistic collaborators Rick Lieder, Diane Cheklich, and Marianne Brass; and our funding patrons, especially Stan and Robin Mendenhall. whose creative support seeds and sustains our play.
And most of all we thank our attending patrons, who traveled from Chicago, and Toronto, and the far reaches of the metro area – and from just around the midtown corner – all the way into Hell. We appreciate your sense of adventure and curiosity; judging from your comments, you felt it was well rewarded!
My deepest thanks go to the ensemble: for their utter fearlessness, their passionate creativity, and their unmatchable brio.
This FAUSTUS is gone, but there is so much more to come. Our own bargain with the powers of art has just begun.
[Photo of LAURA BAILEY, STEVE XANDER CARSON, and SAMANTHA MOLTMAKER: Rick Lieder.
Venue photo: Diane Cheklich.]
Our production’s been rated four stars . . .
. . . and featured in various media:
. . . and after each performance, our patrons give their reviews:
I can tell you the “real world” certainly seemed very Fellini-esque and odd when we left, even on the drive home. That’s great theatre.
Thank you for bringing this show to my city. It feels like something I would have needed to go to New York to see.
That was one of the best theater performances I have ever been to … and can we just say for a moment how incredibly hot Lust was?
I thought, if those Sins touch me I’m going to scream.
There’s nothing like the danger of occupying the same space, with the risk of being touched – or tempted by – the actors to raise the energy in the theatre.
Who knew hell could be so damn fun?
I need a drink!!!
We’re as grateful for our patrons’ disquiet as we are for their enjoyment. FAUSTUS speaks intensely to its audience, in the words of Christopher Marlowe, in the language of gesture and sweat, in the echo of a church and a listening mind. It’s as live as theatre gets.
Emerson wrote that “The Gods we worship write their names on our faces; be sure of that. And a man will worship something … That which dominates will determine his life and character. Therefore it behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshiping we are becoming.”
To which Faustus, if he could, might say “Amen.”
[Photos of STEVE XANDER CARSON and SXC, JONATHAN WEST and CHRIS JAKOB: Rick Lieder.]