It was just a process of running scenes today, some that hadn’t been let out of their boxes for at least a week, and others that needed a quick finishing. Bonnie lying on the floor monologuing on her death has become the calm, black, void of nothingness the piece needs and reminds me of Beckett’s piece where the curtain comes up on a dark stage, someone sighs off-stage, curtain drops, finish. Botticelli is finished and getting run, and still has some timing problems (mostly mine) and is a rough elbow-meet-nose bit of dance. But it’s dance. It’s all just a procedural series of connecting everything now, making sure everything fits, we all know what happens when… and most importantly in my stuff we don’t all get carried away and start going all fast and maniacal. I need to eat, and get all self-referential. in the meantime, more important things are happening in the Celestial Kingdom (that I’m reading about in Neal Stephenson’s so-far genius piece of near-future sci-fi The Diamond Age). It’s Chinese New Year starting on January 29.
新年快乐！ 恭喜发财 红包拿来！