Dunkirk, NY - It seems lately that I am surrounded by the shadows of death. I am at that stage of life where people you know begin to have operations, contract illnesses, and pass on. Right at the moment I know three people who are all coping with cancer of one sort or another. One has prostate cancer, one has colon cancer, and one has lung cancer. The oldest of them is in his early 60s. All of them are going through various chemotherapies and/or radiation treatments in an attempt to slow down or halt the advancement of their cancers. Statistically speaking, none of them will succeed. Nonetheless, the treatments will continue. In our culture, death is something which is to be put off at any cost whatsoever.
Because of this situation, I have found myself more aware of my own mortality, and perhaps subconsciously this is why I have been writing about theatrical entropy. Dealing with a concept like entropy means trying to come to grips with the notion that what once existed will no longer exist. In a metaphorical sense, theatre has been living with its own cultural cancer for some time now, and I feel that all the talk about what’s wrong with theatre, what we should do to save it, how we should change it, is merely the talk of those who want to treat theatre with some sort of cultural chemotherapy. They don’t want to see theatre die because they love it so, thus the effort to treat it in some fashion. Is it, I wonder, just simply time to let theatre die a good, honest, natural death? [Read more →]
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