It’s funny that, as influential and as storied as the experimental theatre of the 1950s and 1960s is, it remains, for the most part, lore — something you read about, think about, but don’t experience. I don’t know of any theatre company that has tried to revive Dionysus in ’69. Even the pieces that have […]
For better or for worse, walking from the DC Metro to one’s place of business as the snow falls or the wind blows inevitably forces the brain to digest daily life differently. Winter madness, some refer to it as, but madness has its place, as does solitude, as does memory, as does the bitter cold.