REAL ART (and politics and culture)
Stealing and shitty performance are tried and true methods of resistance that date back to slavery, at least. I mean, what can you do when your options are extremely limited? Easy, do a bad job. The sad thing is that a lot of these workers might actually feel a bit guilty about ripping off their boss, about doing nothing while on the clock. They shouldn't. Wal-Mart treats their employees like shit and this is what they deserve.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
been a while...
moved into the new place
seem to have found a fairly stable internet connection
getting things somewhat back on track...
finished up Lower Depths and had one night off
then started working on the next MU show
stage managing and AD'ing for
Dark Matter - Five Gothic Tales of Horror
Is everyone you know as crazy as everyone I know?
are they all having crazy times?
seems to be what is going round, round here, these days...
hope yr life has some of the good crazy...
Kid Ornery
seem to have found a fairly stable internet connection
getting things somewhat back on track...
finished up Lower Depths and had one night off
then started working on the next MU show
stage managing and AD'ing for
Dark Matter - Five Gothic Tales of Horror
Is everyone you know as crazy as everyone I know?
are they all having crazy times?
seems to be what is going round, round here, these days...
hope yr life has some of the good crazy...
Kid Ornery
Monday, May 21, 2007
Bloggin'
Internet is off and the lower depths is over.
Starting work on the mildreds summer show today and working on the move.
Havent talked to one of my best friends in something like a month and
another friend is around a lot after a girlfriend induced absence.
Ran into a friend at tdu's notsuoh show who said she loved me.
Said i had it all together which leads me to believe she doesn't know me at all.
Went on a date - with someone else - which went well but also
highlighted some of the ways i am a mess.
So here i sit
at the candy store
typing on my phone and feeling the confusion fill my head.
Whoohoo!
Starting work on the mildreds summer show today and working on the move.
Havent talked to one of my best friends in something like a month and
another friend is around a lot after a girlfriend induced absence.
Ran into a friend at tdu's notsuoh show who said she loved me.
Said i had it all together which leads me to believe she doesn't know me at all.
Went on a date - with someone else - which went well but also
highlighted some of the ways i am a mess.
So here i sit
at the candy store
typing on my phone and feeling the confusion fill my head.
Whoohoo!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
HandStamp: Local players crash the art car parade
for those of you what missed us in the parade...
HandStamp: Local players crash the art car parade
look for more pics (Ayn got some great ones) soon...
M
HandStamp: Local players crash the art car parade
look for more pics (Ayn got some great ones) soon...
M
Saturday, May 12, 2007
art car parade
today was great...
we played Lennon's "I don't want to be a soldier"
and Ra's "Space is the Place"
tdu was #87 in the parade
riding around in a loverly
design by ayn
pulled by shelley's "Mpeach" truck...
"Make Noise
Not War -
The Defenestration Unit"
yeehaw!
and now it is off to more lower depths...
playing at notsuoh at 3 am,
working at noon and playing at super happy
4 pm tomorrow
yeehaw
we played Lennon's "I don't want to be a soldier"
and Ra's "Space is the Place"
tdu was #87 in the parade
riding around in a loverly
design by ayn
pulled by shelley's "Mpeach" truck...
"Make Noise
Not War -
The Defenestration Unit"
yeehaw!
and now it is off to more lower depths...
playing at notsuoh at 3 am,
working at noon and playing at super happy
4 pm tomorrow
yeehaw
Thursday, May 10, 2007
The Austin Chronicle: Arts: Mr. Not So Frivolous: Wallace Shawn bares all about writing, why he does theatre, and that play he wrote with all the sex
The Austin Chronicle: Arts: Mr. Not So Frivolous: Wallace Shawn bares all about writing, why he does theatre, and that play he wrote with all the sex in it
There was a friend of my parents who was interested in theatre, and a friend was always saying about certain people, "He's a real professional," or in some cases, "Oh, he's not a professional." And from the time I was a boy, I knew there was something about that that I didn't care for because if the people are professional, it sort of implies that it's something they're doing competently, but they don't really care about it that much, and when they go home they can forget about it, and I suppose that's the feeling I had. And I'm not sure that's worth my time as an audience member. If I'm going to spend an evening watching some people, I want to see their soul. I want to see something that's terribly important at least to them. If it isn't that important, just a job, why should I go out and watch them?
There was a friend of my parents who was interested in theatre, and a friend was always saying about certain people, "He's a real professional," or in some cases, "Oh, he's not a professional." And from the time I was a boy, I knew there was something about that that I didn't care for because if the people are professional, it sort of implies that it's something they're doing competently, but they don't really care about it that much, and when they go home they can forget about it, and I suppose that's the feeling I had. And I'm not sure that's worth my time as an audience member. If I'm going to spend an evening watching some people, I want to see their soul. I want to see something that's terribly important at least to them. If it isn't that important, just a job, why should I go out and watch them?
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Houston - Arts & Entertainment - Stage Capsule Reviews - houstonpress.com
Houston - Arts & Entertainment - Stage Capsule Reviews - houstonpress.com
Not sure what to quote...
but it is a good review,
which hopefully means we'll find an audience.
Not sure what to quote...
but it is a good review,
which hopefully means we'll find an audience.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
The Lower Depths
we opened tonight.
we kicked ass.
really.
there is a lot of great stuff happening in this show.
come see it.
PERFORMANCE DATES
ALL SHOWS BEGIN PROMPTLY AT 8:00 PM
Weekend Shows: Fri/Sat May 4, 5, 11, 12, 18, 19
Pay-What-You-Want shows - Thursday, May 3 and Thursday, May 10
there is talk of adding a monday pay what you will on the 14th
LOCATION
Freneticore Theater
5102 Navigation
Houston, Tx 77011
TICKETS
$10
RESERVATIONS/INFORMATION
832-283-0858
OR
dccommune@yahoo.com
www.doschicastheatercommune.com
http://myspace.com/doschicascommune
www.DosChicasTheaterCommune.com
we kicked ass.
really.
there is a lot of great stuff happening in this show.
come see it.
PERFORMANCE DATES
ALL SHOWS BEGIN PROMPTLY AT 8:00 PM
Weekend Shows: Fri/Sat May 4, 5, 11, 12, 18, 19
Pay-What-You-Want shows - Thursday, May 3 and Thursday, May 10
there is talk of adding a monday pay what you will on the 14th
LOCATION
Freneticore Theater
5102 Navigation
Houston, Tx 77011
TICKETS
$10
RESERVATIONS/INFORMATION
832-283-0858
OR
dccommune@yahoo.com
www.doschicastheatercommune.com
http://myspace.com/doschicascommune
www.DosChicasTheaterCommune.com
Sunday, April 29, 2007
IDWEEK: BILL SIENKIEWICZ TALKS 30 DAYS - NEWSARAMA
IDWEEK: BILL SIENKIEWICZ TALKS 30 DAYS - NEWSARAMA
Nearly 99.9% of the time, the particular piece I'm working on will decide the medium and method, in, or by, which it should be done, not vice-versa. Meaning it will do the courtesy, (so to speak), of letting me know what it needs to convey—emotionally, if not technically—what it's trying to say to the reader and the best way to convey it. I'm really more of the conduit, a collaborator, in the production. Any time I've tried to do it the other way around, to decide how I'm going to do any particular piece, to try to force a piece to be something it's not, it ends up in a fight with the piece with the piece usually winning—thereby showing me how little I ultimately know. That said, I do know that the art is at the service of the story, and works with it, occasionally as reinforcement, occasionally as a counterpoint. In the end, it comes down to the piece knowing what its needs are to do just that, and it knows it far better than I. That much, I do know. So that's the answer to your question: to continue to allow that “evolution” you mentioned to continue. To get out of the way in terms of trying to force a result. one can't force oak to be pine. It's a zen thing.
Nearly 99.9% of the time, the particular piece I'm working on will decide the medium and method, in, or by, which it should be done, not vice-versa. Meaning it will do the courtesy, (so to speak), of letting me know what it needs to convey—emotionally, if not technically—what it's trying to say to the reader and the best way to convey it. I'm really more of the conduit, a collaborator, in the production. Any time I've tried to do it the other way around, to decide how I'm going to do any particular piece, to try to force a piece to be something it's not, it ends up in a fight with the piece with the piece usually winning—thereby showing me how little I ultimately know. That said, I do know that the art is at the service of the story, and works with it, occasionally as reinforcement, occasionally as a counterpoint. In the end, it comes down to the piece knowing what its needs are to do just that, and it knows it far better than I. That much, I do know. So that's the answer to your question: to continue to allow that “evolution” you mentioned to continue. To get out of the way in terms of trying to force a result. one can't force oak to be pine. It's a zen thing.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
rich little...
Rich Little comes on about 2 minutes 10 seconds on...
this is the gig Colbert killed with last year.
dos chicas theater commune Presents "The Lower Depths"
ok...down below there is the "story" but what this play is about is - our common humanity, what it means to be rid of all our trappings and down to just the man, the consoling lie vs. the hard truth, man as animal, what it means to be rootless in society, etc...
every character in this show has something to it and every line speaks volumes....
although first performed in 1902 it feels very modern and relevant. The big ideas of this play are still big ideas today, and they resonate through our lives...
anyway, think we've got a helluva show on our hands -
don't miss it!
www.DosChicasTheaterCommune.com
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every character in this show has something to it and every line speaks volumes....
although first performed in 1902 it feels very modern and relevant. The big ideas of this play are still big ideas today, and they resonate through our lives...
anyway, think we've got a helluva show on our hands -
don't miss it!
dos chicas theater commune presents
The Lower Depths
by Maxim Gorky
Directed by Mark Carrier
The Lower Depths
by Maxim Gorky
Directed by Mark Carrier
STORY
Subtitled "Scenes from a Russian Life," The Lower Depths premiered on December 18, 1902 at the Moscow Arts Theatre under Stanislavski's direction, and quickly became the hallmark of Russian Socialist Realism. Gorky focuses on the daily tribulations of a group of lower-class citizens forced by their circumstances to rent out mere square feet in a small, squalid tenement. Being denied opportunity and forced into conditions that have killed any faith they had in themselves, they eagerly accept the comforting lies of the newest member of their little community. By pushing aside the harsh truth, they hope to hide themselves from the bleak reality of their conditions. Through the characters' motives and thoughts, Gorky indicts a perverse civilization that dooms thousands as superfluous and unnecessary in society.
CAST
Tony Esparza, Ken Watkins, Jeremy Carlson, Donna Kay Yarborough, John Dunn, Stephen Foulard, Patrick Jennings, Elizabeth Seabolt, Wilson Limpo, Mari Gianukos, Mike Switzer, Jon Harvey, Lee Finch, Kira Vincent, Brian Nichols, Ashley Barker
PERFORMANCE DATES
ALL SHOWS BEGIN PROMPTLY AT 8:00 PM
Weekend Shows: Fri/Sat May 4, 5, 11, 12, 18, 19
Pay-What-You-Want shows - Thursday, May 3 and Thursday, May 10
LOCATION
Freneticore Theater
5102 Navigation
Houston, Tx 77011
TICKETS
$10
RESERVATIONS/INFORMATION
832-283-0858
OR
dccommune@yahoo.com
www.doschicastheatercommune.com
http://myspace.com/doschicascommune
PERFORMANCE DATES
ALL SHOWS BEGIN PROMPTLY AT 8:00 PM
Weekend Shows: Fri/Sat May 4, 5, 11, 12, 18, 19
Pay-What-You-Want shows - Thursday, May 3 and Thursday, May 10
LOCATION
Freneticore Theater
5102 Navigation
Houston, Tx 77011
TICKETS
$10
RESERVATIONS/INFORMATION
832-283-0858
OR
dccommune@yahoo.com
www.doschicastheatercommune.com
http://myspace.com/doschicascommune
www.DosChicasTheaterCommune.com
***IF YOU WISH TO BE REMOVED FROM OUR EMAIL LIST, PLEASE RESPOND WITH AN EMPTY EMAIL WITH THE WORD "REMOVE" IN THE SUBJECT LINE************
Monday, April 23, 2007
Ulrike Meinhof Writes From the Dead Wing - June 16th 1972 to February 9th 1973
Ulrike Meinhof Writes From the Dead Wing - June 16th 1972 to February 9th 1973
The feeling, one’s head explodes (the feeling, the top of the skull will simply split, burst open) —
the feeling, one’s spinal column presses into one’s brain —
the feeling, one’s brain gradually shrivels up like, for example, a baked fruit —
the feeling, one is uninterruptedly, imperceptibly, under a torrent, one is remote controlled, one’s associations are hacked away —
the feeling, one pisses the soul out of one’s body, like when one cannot hold water —
the feeling, the cell moves. One wakes up, opens one’s eyes: the cell moves; afternoon, if the sun shines in, it suddenly remains still. One cannot get rid of the feeling of motion. One cannot tell whether one shivers from fever or from cold —
one cannot tell why one shivers — one freezes.
To speak at a normal volume requires an effort like that necessary to speak loudly, almost like that necessary to shout—
the feeling, one stops speaking —
one can no longer identify the meaning of words, one can only guess —
the use of sibilants — s,ss, tz, sch — is absolutely unbearable
guards, visits, the yard seems to be made of celluloid —
headaches —
flashes —
sentence construction, grammar, syntax — can no longer be controlled.
When writing two lines — by the end of the second line, one cannot remember the beginning of the first —
the feeling, internal burn-out —
the feeling, if one must say what’s wrong, if one wants to let it out, it’s like a rush of boiling water in the face, like, for example, boiling water that scalds one forever, that disfigures —
Raging aggressivity, for which no outlet exists. That’s the worst.
Clear consciousness that one has no possibility of survival; a complete breakdown of the capacity to mediate this;
Visits leave nothing. A half an hour later one can only mechanically reconstruct whether the visit was today or last week.
Compared to this, bathing once a week means: momentary thaw, a moment of rest — to stop for a couple of hours —
The feeling, time and space are interlocked —
The feeling to find oneself in an amusement park house of mirrors —
to stagger —
Afterwards: awful euphoria, that one heard something — beyond the acoustic day and night differentiation —
The feeling, time now flows, the brain again expands, the spinal column sinks down after weeks.
The feeling, as if one’s skin is thickening.
The feeling, one’s head explodes (the feeling, the top of the skull will simply split, burst open) —
the feeling, one’s spinal column presses into one’s brain —
the feeling, one’s brain gradually shrivels up like, for example, a baked fruit —
the feeling, one is uninterruptedly, imperceptibly, under a torrent, one is remote controlled, one’s associations are hacked away —
the feeling, one pisses the soul out of one’s body, like when one cannot hold water —
the feeling, the cell moves. One wakes up, opens one’s eyes: the cell moves; afternoon, if the sun shines in, it suddenly remains still. One cannot get rid of the feeling of motion. One cannot tell whether one shivers from fever or from cold —
one cannot tell why one shivers — one freezes.
To speak at a normal volume requires an effort like that necessary to speak loudly, almost like that necessary to shout—
the feeling, one stops speaking —
one can no longer identify the meaning of words, one can only guess —
the use of sibilants — s,ss, tz, sch — is absolutely unbearable
guards, visits, the yard seems to be made of celluloid —
headaches —
flashes —
sentence construction, grammar, syntax — can no longer be controlled.
When writing two lines — by the end of the second line, one cannot remember the beginning of the first —
the feeling, internal burn-out —
the feeling, if one must say what’s wrong, if one wants to let it out, it’s like a rush of boiling water in the face, like, for example, boiling water that scalds one forever, that disfigures —
Raging aggressivity, for which no outlet exists. That’s the worst.
Clear consciousness that one has no possibility of survival; a complete breakdown of the capacity to mediate this;
Visits leave nothing. A half an hour later one can only mechanically reconstruct whether the visit was today or last week.
Compared to this, bathing once a week means: momentary thaw, a moment of rest — to stop for a couple of hours —
The feeling, time and space are interlocked —
The feeling to find oneself in an amusement park house of mirrors —
to stagger —
Afterwards: awful euphoria, that one heard something — beyond the acoustic day and night differentiation —
The feeling, time now flows, the brain again expands, the spinal column sinks down after weeks.
The feeling, as if one’s skin is thickening.
Red Army Faction - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Red Army Faction - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
On May 9, 1976, Ulrike Meinhof was found dead in her cell, hanging from a rope made from jail towels. An investigation concluded that she had hanged herself, a result hotly contested at the time, spurring a plethora of conspiracy theories. Other theories suggest that she took her life because of being ostracized by the rest of the group.
On May 9, 1976, Ulrike Meinhof was found dead in her cell, hanging from a rope made from jail towels. An investigation concluded that she had hanged herself, a result hotly contested at the time, spurring a plethora of conspiracy theories. Other theories suggest that she took her life because of being ostracized by the rest of the group.
so...
I should be asleep
letting myself worry instead
shouldn't
but do
sometimes
i just think all the wrong thoughts
the voice lately says
"I'm broken."
i've even caught myself
saying it aloud
even if I think
Laing is right
and broken
is the only
way to be
in this broken
world
i wonder
am i broke right?
or broke wrong?
nights like this
when the brain
starts up
every time
I close
my eyes
I have to wonder...
i have to wonder...
so i do.
i lie there
and i motherfuckin'
wonder
when i should
be sleeping
enjoying the parts
of my life
that are going well
and not worrying so
much about the rest
letting the ones
sabotage the others
wonderin'
so much craziness
running rampant
rampant
i say
now i'm up
typing this
and chatting
baader-meinhof
and other bits
of 20th century
german history
with a friend
and trying to
get tired enough
that when i close
my eyes
it all goes
dark.
letting myself worry instead
shouldn't
but do
sometimes
i just think all the wrong thoughts
the voice lately says
"I'm broken."
i've even caught myself
saying it aloud
even if I think
Laing is right
and broken
is the only
way to be
in this broken
world
i wonder
am i broke right?
or broke wrong?
nights like this
when the brain
starts up
every time
I close
my eyes
I have to wonder...
i have to wonder...
so i do.
i lie there
and i motherfuckin'
wonder
when i should
be sleeping
enjoying the parts
of my life
that are going well
and not worrying so
much about the rest
letting the ones
sabotage the others
wonderin'
so much craziness
running rampant
rampant
i say
now i'm up
typing this
and chatting
baader-meinhof
and other bits
of 20th century
german history
with a friend
and trying to
get tired enough
that when i close
my eyes
it all goes
dark.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Art on Cardboard Show 04-13-07 - a photoset on Flickr
for those what didn't make it to the show Killian snapped some pics...
Art on Cardboard Show 04-13-07 - a photoset on Flickr
Art on Cardboard Show 04-13-07 - a photoset on Flickr
Thursday, April 19, 2007
365 days/365 plays
gonna be a fun show!
had final rehearsal tonight...
went great.
not just the usual suspect either -
check out the cast.
and, oh yeah,
music by The Defenestration Unit -
rockin' it two minutes at a time...
actually we'll start about 7:30 with
the dramatic action starting at 8:00
and then we'll play between each piece
and for a while at the end while folks mingle
and drink...
it's free, and it only last about an hour,
so you can still have a full evening of drinking
or dancing
or fishing
or whatever.
mildred's umbrella theater company
365 Days/365 Plays-
Suzan-Lori Parks
One Weekend Only:
April 20 and 21, 2007
had final rehearsal tonight...
went great.
not just the usual suspect either -
check out the cast.
and, oh yeah,
music by The Defenestration Unit -
rockin' it two minutes at a time...
actually we'll start about 7:30 with
the dramatic action starting at 8:00
and then we'll play between each piece
and for a while at the end while folks mingle
and drink...
it's free, and it only last about an hour,
so you can still have a full evening of drinking
or dancing
or fishing
or whatever.
mildred's umbrella theater company
365 Days/365 Plays-
Suzan-Lori Parks
One Weekend Only:
April 20 and 21, 2007
Houston, TX: WHAT IS 365 DAYS/365 PLAYS?
On November 13, 2002 Suzan-Lori Parks got an idea to write a play a day for a year. She began that very day, finishing one year later. The resulting play cycle, called 365 Days/365Plays, is a daily meditation on an artistic life. Some plays are very short, less than a page. Others last forever.
Listen to the radio spot on KUHF
Over 700 theaters are producing the plays nationally. Including local groups such as Infernal Bridegroom Productions, NovaArts, HSPVA, Bobbindoctrin Puppet Theatre, and Strand Street Theatre.
Mildred's Umbrella Theater Company is performing their 7 assigned plays, along with The Three Constants (short plays that all theatres in the festival may use), on April 20 and 21 at 8pm. The show is "Pay as You Like", meaning it is free to the public, although patrons are encouraged to make a small donation to the production. The performances will take place at Midtown Art Center, 3414 LaBranch at Holman.
For more information about this production, please visit Mildred's Umbrella's website at www.mildredsumbrella.com or call 832-418-0973.
For more information about the 365 days/365 plays festival in general, please visit the official website at www.365days365plays.com.
What: 365 Days/365 Plays by Suzan Lori-Parks
Who: Mildred’s Umbrella Theater Company
When: April 20 and 21, 2007
Featuring LIVE music by 'The Defenestration Unit'
Where: Midtown Art Center, 3414 LaBranch at Holman
How Much: Free, or pay as you like
Contact: mildredsumbrella@hotmail.com or 832-418-0973
Come on by and check out MU and some of their freinds participate in a interesting weekend of short plays,
REMEMBER: ITS FREE!
Cast/crew
over all Production Manager/Dir: 1) Accident- Man- Ryan Kelly 2) Less and Less 3) Project Ulysees 4) Kinder Lehrnen Deutsch | 5) The Jesus Rose Masha- Christie Guidry 6) Litter of Discontent- Man- Dave Harlan 7) Monster’s Mother 8) Constant 1- Remember who you are 9) Constant 2- |
Monday, April 16, 2007
tonight
two whiskeys
cost the same as two of my meals
(or one good one)
not drinking
at home alone tonight
instead drinking
at the bar alone tonight
the wild ones
have all left town
there is no #
no point in picking up the phone
nobody to answer, "Where?"
when I say, "Drink?"
so there I am
whiskey in my hand
reading
The Pillowman
yeah,
that cheered me up.
then I work on lines -
act II - The Lower Depths
"In the old days, old man,
before my organism was poisoned with alcohol..."
None of these things
the whiskey
The Pillowman
The Lower Depths
distract me from the real
the one who ended up sleeping
in my bed one drunk night
(i emphasize sleeping)
the one i think about
asking to marry me
once a week or so
the one who escaped by marriage
and all the married ones I haven't met yet...
and the fact that I'm drinking,
as I'll be sleeping,
alone.
cost the same as two of my meals
(or one good one)
not drinking
at home alone tonight
instead drinking
at the bar alone tonight
the wild ones
have all left town
there is no #
no point in picking up the phone
nobody to answer, "Where?"
when I say, "Drink?"
so there I am
whiskey in my hand
reading
The Pillowman
yeah,
that cheered me up.
then I work on lines -
act II - The Lower Depths
"In the old days, old man,
before my organism was poisoned with alcohol..."
None of these things
the whiskey
The Pillowman
The Lower Depths
distract me from the real
the one who ended up sleeping
in my bed one drunk night
(i emphasize sleeping)
the one i think about
asking to marry me
once a week or so
the one who escaped by marriage
and all the married ones I haven't met yet...
and the fact that I'm drinking,
as I'll be sleeping,
alone.
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