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Draft Proposal for a Dissertation on Deleuze and Theatre
Walking into the rehearsal room, possibly with a script in hand, possibly not, flanked by a small group of actors, we are struck – if the room is a familiar one and not itself a complete surprise – by how much is already there, although invisible. The room is not empty. It
Terror, Capital, Representation, Theatre, and the image of thought … and the theatre of thought: towards a thought of theatre & a thinking theatre
A final note: a modernist poetics has haunted these thoughts on “Digital Maoism” and limited its responsibility to complete clarity. Plaguology is of the same coinage as the poetics of a “terrible beauty.” The latter need not only describe the beauty of terror. It is indeed in excess. It might
Two Superboys in a Burnt ANZ
? no Names
there are no names. This is the language that does not belong. + it is the language of my not-belonging.
The current problem would be and I am putting here to start thinking it through: without a clinical practice (the idea of small theatre group called T-Cell might remain but there
a photo of Arthur Boyd because I’m thinking of Bendalong
– Arthur Boyd in the early 1970s
corps de crise, curs de cris, cours de coeurs de cris: notes fragments of Simon Taylor
I was reading Norman Manea’s A Hooligan’s Return, about the exiled writer’s return to Romania.
His book On Clowns remains my favourite. In fact, I quoted from it extensively in a letter advocating state patronage of the arts to Helen Clark in her first term as Prime