Rodrigo Toscano @ Dreamland Theatre Response

Thinking the vu was Dreamland, I walked over to realize it was not, and crossed the street quickly. It was packed getting in, but I saw a few familiar faces and slid over to them, near the drinking fountain. Found out later that, that was the worst spot to sit. Couldn’t see much through the whole show, except the part where the man was standing in the middle with a fork and knife stuck in his hands, that the other two guys placed there. I think they were lying down on the table a lot for some reason. I liked when they did Balm to Bilk because it was just as I imagined it. We read it in class, and it sounded the same. They were a bit more enthusiastic and were performing it, so it needed to be more intense, which it was. When they read Eco-Strato-Static, I realized how this wasn’t my scene at all. If I’m going to a show, I want to see sports, real theatre/art, and something that holds my attention. If I didn’t have to stay, I would have said f this shit, I’m peacing. So, that’s really all I had to say about the Rodrigo Toscano performance we went to see. To anyone who absolutely loved the show, congrats. You have a real sense of art that I cannot appreciate.

Bhanu Kapil Reading Blog Response

First, I want to start by saying her accent is really cool. I really liked how she compared things. Saying things like the rough, smooth, hard foot of the humanimals, like the goat man or the wolf man. Things that shouldn’t be compared together, she puts together, and they sound great. Maybe it’s because the way she read it, with her accent, made everything pop out a bit more.

All she did was read from her work, but it was a performance. It didn’t just feel as if I was being read to as a child, but spoken to with her use of incredible language. As she would read, she threw her book tabs over the podium, and they fell to the floor with glamour. I really liked the way the woman who was in our class the other night introduced Bhanu. She read a piece that set the mood for Bhanu’s reading. She spoke of depression like we did the other night in class as well, and how writing is so much different than typing. She described the feeling of when writing with a pencil on paper, your hand can pop up just for an instance, a million thoughts could run through your brain, and then like nothing happened, you continue to write.