Live Design has nerve

February 20th, 2015

nerve Live Design Feb 2015

A great nerve shout-out in the February 2015 issue of Live Design magazine.The article details the process of choosing – casting – the site for each performance, and the unexpected pleasures every site provides: like a period desk that’s really a bed, like a ready-made organist/music director, like a rabbithole we didn’t know was there . . . Thanks, Live Design!

The eternal triangle, love & sex & KINK

February 16th, 2015

KINK’s ebook edition is just released from Roadswell Editions, available from Amazon and B&N. But the story’s as old as desire.

Jess and Sophie. And Lena.

Jess and Sophie and Lena.

And Sophie and Lena. And Jess.

 

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“And Sophie calmed by Lena’s cool amusement, one hand on Sophie’s shoulder, rising to brush at her hair. ‘They don’t know us, they don’t know anything about us.’

‘I guess you’re right,’ and she was, we all were, as right as our conjoinment, the heart of the game because as we were the way we saw the world how the world saw us could not affect us, what other people thought could not matter at all.”  - from KINK

With the makers, at THE HEIGHTS

February 15th, 2015

Apparition[1]

We make consensual art.

One of the four nerve precepts, goals, and pleasures, is that making: sharing the idea, then making the idea come real, together. Not just something you watch, but something you do.

Jim Leach knows how to make all manner of things, and he’s never afraid to plunge into a new idea. After he and I discussed the constructed characters at THE HEIGHTS – below, Hindley Earnshaw, and Edgar and Isabella Linton – he took the figures and some costumes pieces, applied his imagination and creative effort, and . . . Now they’re not just figures anymore. They’re Hindley, Edgar, and Isabella.

And the Victorian-era nightgown above (donated by John Monaghan, another friend of nerve) now embodies the ghost-lights of memory: Heathcliff’s memory, of Cathy. More memories will come into being, more consensual art.

We love it when you come to play with us.

 

Hindley[1]

Edgar[1]

Isabella[1]

 

This is why

February 5th, 2015

Like a boss (in Donetsk)

This image is Art, watching War from the windows. War is hell, is a bore, is a sausage machine, is “Just people murdering one another.” War is a show put on for its faraway producers, none of whom – ever have; ever will – act on its stage.

Art considers this information carefully. Art considers flight – every night, every time a bullet passes, every time a body is wrapped in a plastic tarp; which means all the time – Art in its antique motley and defenseless, weaponless, stateless state. Art could leave anytime. No one here has force enough to make it stay.

“Tickets were free and there were hundreds of people queuing . . . People were upset they couldn’t get in. In the end we had people sitting on the steps, standing in the wings, we crammed in as many as we could. Two old ladies were in tears, on their knees and kissing his hands in gratitude that he had opened the season.”

Art adjusts a costume fastener. Art smiles, a small, dry, wry immortal smile. And then Art goes to work, for the queue and the two old ladies, for the dead in the streets, for you and you and me, for itself, world with and without end, amen.

YBWF2 looks like this

February 1st, 2015

YBWF2

The gorgeous cover is by Tomasz Alen Kopera, with design by Vince Haig.

Michael Kelly of Undertow did the heavy lifting, reading and vetting close to 2500 submissions.

The writers wrote, oh did they ever.

And I read.

Many thanks to Mike, and to all involved – it was a real pleasure to be part of YBWF2!

How it feels at THE HEIGHTS

January 31st, 2015

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Like rust dust on your fingertips. Like the soft grit of dead leaves, drifting the way memories do through the mind. Like a caul made of candlewax.

Like old silk. Like new tears.

Like a face glimpsed through glass, obscured by time passed in an endless present, waiting for the one you love to come back, back, back and take you away.

THE HEIGHTS is all desire, experienced or denied, like a tide that cannot be overcome. What a joy it is, to work with, through, inside this material!

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