Today’s post is like that moment in Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape when Krapp eats a banana and, several minutes later, slips on the peel he left on the floor. But in place of Krapp, we want you to imagine Trump, and for the banana, a gun. Maybe Banksy can help us visualize this: Arming teachers, […]
Beyond my recent interest in contemporary ‘conceptual’ dance as a reaction to my back/hip trouble (in that ‘holy’ place!), I have undertaken these investigations for another reason: to place the work of Tino Sehgal in some kind of broader, critical context. (Something similar happened to me several years ago when I wanted to understand Cy […]