Debra Cash
There is a sense that once wound up, the dancers are not going to let go – not from their power and not from their dreams.
Scribble, smudge, repeat: the passage of time and the emergence and dissipation of information conveys the difficult work of experiencing coherence and retaining memory.
This week’s poem: Debra Cash’s “Not All the Gates of Heaven Jerusalem”
What it cost Meredith Monk to be uncompromising! In the early days of her experimentations, the dismissive, often patronizing reviews included lines like her music “made my cats bite each other.”
Jacob’s Pillow’s new Doris Duke Theatre is a complete triumph. It is, in artistic director Pamela Tatge’s words, “nothing like we had in mind but exactly what we thought.”
After discarding a conventional draft — lots of explanatory narration from the author as a book’s omniscient narrator — Rachel Cockerell decided instead to create the book entirely as a collage of fragments from the historical record.
Abolishing cultural infrastructure and the deregulation of emerging technologies are two sides of the same anti-intellectual coin.
What we don’t learn in “Josephine Baker’s Secret War” was what she did to steel herself against the risks she was taking. Was it all acting? A belief that her charmed life would never end?
Whereas tap dancer Caleb Teicher is all idiosyncrasy, the Trinity Dancers wow by their perfect unison.
Culture Commentary: Homemade and Despicable
So now, along with hand-made candles, jewelry, and home goods, Etsy customers can sport tees, caps and download stickers with Alligator Alcatraz names and images.
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