beauty
at the end of Gross Indecency, a complex and wordy play - an alienating play because of it's Brechtian-ness - a play that would not play in this part of the state (NY) - an "urban" play about art and homosexuality... at the end of Gross Indecency, there is a poem. it's actually part of a poem, called The House of Judgement. In this poem, the man comes naked before God and God says to the man various and sundry things, and the man replies various and sundry things (the poem is actually amazing but that's not what this entry is about)...
At the end of that poem, when we did not know whether the audience got what we were doing for the past two hours, the lights lowered to blackness, and I heard a woman's voice: "Wow."
And at that point, I knew I was in the greatest play I have ever been in before. And I wish it would never end.
To discoveries. To opening night. To the illusion of the first time. To the magic if
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At the end of that poem, when we did not know whether the audience got what we were doing for the past two hours, the lights lowered to blackness, and I heard a woman's voice: "Wow."
And at that point, I knew I was in the greatest play I have ever been in before. And I wish it would never end.
To discoveries. To opening night. To the illusion of the first time. To the magic if
<3