Fair Is Foul

and foul is fair

[fairisfoul]

Word of advice for those attending "The Burnt City": if you have ticketing issues such as an extra seat, do your best to handle it without contacting the box office. The actual Punchdrunk employees are only able to sell, everything else must go through SEE Tickets, which appears to be a corporate robot who doesn't read emails.

I had a pair of tickets on the 1st and requested one be moved to the 29th. Not possible in the system; make a new booking (at a 40£ higher cost) then SEE will refund the additional ticket. Despite being told three times to only refund ONE, they refunded both. Sigh. So now I have to what, rebook for the 1st, again at the 40£ higher rate?

So, if you have an extra ticket, just figure out how to sell it yourself, and be kind to the frustrated folks working in the box office. They are truly lacking the ability to do much of their job.

(Disclaimer: I used to manage an Off-Broadway box office, so I know how unusual and irritating this situation is for the people working in house.)

[fairisfoul]

Headed to London April 29-May 6 for "The Burnt City!" Anyone else going that week?

[ink-splotch]

You have your health,

they say,

when you tell them how it feels to have ashes in your hands.

You have people who love you,

they soothe,

when your body starts to eat you from the inside.

The ache in me for the things I have lost

does not make me love the way morning falls any less.

It is still the softest light I have ever breathed.

Loving the way my hand fits into other hands

does not stop me from hating that people die too young. 

So sit down, platitudes. Don’t you call me Pollyanna

just because I know how to smile and mean it at the end of the day.

It is okay to hate things. It is okay not to love the people who hate you,

and it is okay not to love the people who love you,

and it is okay to rage against the dying of the light.

I will spend my days with late nights and early mornings,

with early bedtimes and lazy wakings,

and I will breathe in all of those colors of light.

I will love what I will love and I will glow with it, grow with it,

stand taller than you have ever seen.

Call me Pollyanna. There is always a silver lining,

but there is always a storm cloud too.

Call me Pollyanna. Go on, I dare you.

Choke on all the knives I am learning to swallow down.

Call them blessings like you think you’re stealing words from my lips.

I will call them knives.

-ejl.

[ink-splotch]

You have your health,

they say,

when you tell them how it feels to have ashes in your hands.

You have people who love you,

they soothe,

when your body starts to eat you from the inside.

The ache in me for the things I have lost

does not make me love the way morning falls any less.

It is still the softest light I have ever breathed.

Loving the way my hand fits into other hands

does not stop me from hating that people die too young. 

So sit down, platitudes. Don’t you call me Pollyanna

just because I know how to smile and mean it at the end of the day.

It is okay to hate things. It is okay not to love the people who hate you,

and it is okay not to love the people who love you,

and it is okay to rage against the dying of the light.

I will spend my days with late nights and early mornings,

with early bedtimes and lazy wakings,

and I will breathe in all of those colors of light.

I will love what I will love and I will glow with it, grow with it,

stand taller than you have ever seen.

Call me Pollyanna. There is always a silver lining,

but there is always a storm cloud too.

Call me Pollyanna. Go on, I dare you.

Choke on all the knives I am learning to swallow down.

Call them blessings like you think you’re stealing words from my lips.

I will call them knives.

-ejl.

[fairisfoul]

SVU Gets Popp'd

Watchin' Popp assulting dudes on this week's SVU!

[ink-splotch]

“My generation is muddied royalty, like diamonds in the coal mine. They dragged us through the dirt, used our names as scandal. They said we couldn’t, but we are the gods of the subway— Dionysus in skinny jeans— Nemesis in a studio apartment— Hephaestus with his grandmother’s ashes. We may not be sacred, anymore, but we remember Mount Olympus. When the kingdom of heaven fell, we were built from the leftover stratus. Call me whatever you want, but I have crossed the river Styx with the world on my shoulders. We were the gods. We were the titans. We met Zeus at the base of the mountain; we were both sides of the battle field. And tonight, I am Athena with my keys between my fingers. When Apollo drags the sun into the sky, I will follow on foot— thousands of years, into the maw of the leviathan, past the fall of Rome, past the birth of civilization. I will walk backwards into the Big Bang and take my dark matter with me. Because when you force two thousand years of royal lineage into the skin of a nervous, twenty-one year old girl, she learns how to tear down the garden wall and grow her roots into the city. I left home and took the fall of Troy with me. My bones took up arms at the battle of Thermopylae. I was Artemis. I was Ares. And the warfare in my blood does not end in silence. Olympus falls, but the temples go on beating, and I am the patron saint of my own survival, and I have sacrificed everything except my own heartbeat. I grew into this voice, I didn’t have it passed down to me. And I didn’t last a thousand years not to go down swinging—because my generation is the echo of the mountain. We are Thanatos, Hera, Persephone. The gates of the Underworld come crashing at our feet. I am starving for a fight, and I’ve got winged sandals to steady me.”

— WINGED SANDALS, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[grendelmenz-deactivated20200929]

- sing, o goddess, the rage of helen | by prithvi. p

[fleepnomore]

Two things I noticed.

I went to see the show again tonight and was surprised by two things.

1. The eggs that spell out Paisley Sweets in the window of the candy shop are no longer there. Instead, the Paisley Sweets sign is painted on the glass window. When did this change? Am I painfully oblivious?

2. The little desiccated frog in the box in Agnes’ room has also been removed. The box is still there, and so is the poem about why the frog is pinned in the box; but said frog is missing. There is a flower in the box instead. Has this also been missing for some time?

[fairisfoul]

I do know the frog was still there at the end of April.

[readwithjoy]

I was looking through the Taxidermist's notebook and there is a whole page dedicated to what he wants to call his shop (complete with a list of adjectives and synonyms for the word "strange") with a whole drawing of what he wants the sign to look like and it's absolutely hilarious and I wish more people saw this

Signal boost. More people should definitely see this. 😄

[fairisfoul]

Must do

[readwithjoy]

Are audiences allowed to play the rep bar piano when Hecate is not there?

I’m sort of uncomfortable with the word “allowed” since this is a show where you are encouraged to be bold and make choices.  

That said…the soundscape is an important part of the show, and playing the piano would really interfere with that.  Even when Hecate isn’t in the space, the sound has been carefully designed. Messing with it seems pretty rude to me. 

So–to answer your question…I would never do that.  You have to make your own decision about whether or not you will. 

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A note for the people who seem to have no chill: All opinions are my own and do not represent any sort of hard and fast rule. Please do not interpret this post as me trying to control the fandom in any way.  It’s just the opinion of a single person…feel free to disregard it if you want to.

[rottenwoodandwiltedsunflowers]

This strikes me as a great example of, “I can do something but should I?”

There are lots of things you theoretically CAN do during the show but SHOULD you? Perhaps not if it takes away from the experience of other audience members.

On a side note, I wouldn’t regardless because I have heard people attempting to play that piano (I remember because it was extremely distracting to the show itself) and it clearly hasn’t been tuned since 1939…

[fairisfoul]

I personally think you're not "allowed" to distract anyone else (who paid to be there) from their experience. And playing "Chopsticks" is not part of their experience.

[conflictingheart]

[coquelicoq]

#every time I see this picture I am briefly overwhelmed#this piece of art outlived its context and milieu#but. but. in reality there is no such thing#because art is made anew with every glance. it comes to life. awakens laughing#and time compresses. softens. the past is not so much a mystery if we remember we weren’t the first to dance.#this is what art is for#this is what it can do#it doesn’t only speak to us of our own humanity#it reminds us that humanity is shared. this girl isn’t dancing in a mirror. she is dancing with a friend.#paintings don’t simply show us the world. they help teach us how to live in it. (via @robotmango)

[thenordroom]

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[fairisfoul]

Love

[fairisfoul]

Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy

Virgina Logan's Hecate. You guys. Holy hell.

For example, I was watching only her during the first rave. She bent down to stuff Boy Witch's clothes into the suitcase, came up, leaned all the way back in her chair and then, perfectly timed with the strobes, winked at me. I die.

Absolutely make time if you see her in red.

[fairisfoul]

In praise of Adam Griffith

I'm a Taxi fan in general because it's a role with so much freedom that each performer can have a wildly different interpretation, but Adam, Adam is something special. His Taxi is so strange, so hilarious that he can have a whole crowd of people trying to stiffle the giggles and each time I've seen it he has a different fixation.

Last night it was a stuffed fox. He unstuffed it, looked for meaning in the straw, tested out the fit of a human rib on his own ribcage then threaded it through the fox's jaw so as to make a jaunty belt accessory. He then admired the drape of said fox, did a little twirl to test how it moves, smoothed it's fur and went on with the loop. He's also obsessed with candy, offering it to various stuffed animals and being offended when they don't respond.

There's something really special in the choice that this guy isn't evil or menacing, but just a weirdo who fell in with Hecate because she offered him a larger world to explore and discover.

Check it out if you haven't already.

[readwithjoy]

Do you think performers typically prefer 1:1s with newcomers or with people they recognize as repeat performers? I've seen a bunch of both and am wondering your take...

This would be a great question to ask a performer. 

[bloodwillhavebloodtheysay]

I agree that is is often pointless to ask fans “what performers prefer,” as we are usually just speculating.

But I can certainly say that, as always, it really depends on the performer.

I know some performers who rarely take anyone they know to be a “fan,” preferring to spread the experience around to newcomers–  and I definitely respect that.

I also know that sometimes if a performer is having a rough night with the audience, they will seek out the familiarity of a fan.

[fairisfoul]

I've also been told that a performer selected me because they knew I was "safe" and the other person was being a bit aggressive/creepy.

[readwithjoy]

How did you come up with your theory about becoming attached to the first character you have a meaningful interaction with?

Talking to a lot of people who had that experience. I know several long-term fans, including myself, who still regularly follow the first character who made a significant impact on them. It’s not really a theory, just an observation.

[fairisfoul]

I think, for me anyways, that the inverse is also true. When a certain performer makes a huge impact on me in a given role, for example Emily's Sexy, I find it near impossible to follow that character when played by a different performer. It's hard for my to push past the comparison factor.

[fairisfoul]

2nd-to-last Show

I'm moving away from the city on the 20th (the 19th will be my last show for the foreseeable future) and I'm torn about what moments I want to see at tomorrow's performance. It's like, I want to squish it all in, but I prefer to go into the hotel without a plan and to let myself be drawn to things. What would you need to see one more time?