To save the theatre,
the theatre must be destroyed,
the actors and actresses must all die of the plague.
~Eleonora Duse
God
knows I hate theatre. God also knows that I love it at its best and am damned
to. Rodgers and Hammerstein, Julie Andrews, Hayley Mills. The guitar on the hillside scene from The Sound of Music. You know, theatre you wish you could be art sheik enough to enough to renounce, but it's just so damned catchy.
Now that doesn't mean I'll just sit there or stand there while you prance around the halls of my dorm singing it badly. We've played that game. Hallways are not amphitheatres and you are not Celine Dion. (Not that I'd let her prance around the halls of my dorm singing these songs badly either.) Just don't press your luck.
Mostly I just like performance
art. Now, being as I'm a radical feminist, my conception of "performance art"
does not include Annie Sprinkle, which many of you may find unfortunate, but that's
just really too bad for you. I like Butoh, Fluxus, certain forms of Dadaism, a
lot of the things I learned about in my performance art class. I hope to be able
to make performance art of my own someday, maybe starting now. I'd like to see more out there. I like really weird
techie stuff like that waterboy at the Burning Man Festival too. And Yoko Ono's Fluxus exercises.
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