For one more metamorphosis. The timbres, mythic. The plays, molten. With a freshness of rain. The plays stammered, dissolved, recalled, through song or through fire. Each Actor only sometimes a rendition of the human. Each gesture of the hand spanning Algol to Achernar, the demon star to the very blue of Achernar. There shall be flux, madness of flux. Flume and counterflow. Rind of a gemstone and photosphere of the human eye. Each minute of darkness, the harbor and cocoon. The Actor speaks: what stands to be lost are all the nights to come. There is little time. The Idea, nomadic. The timbre, one with the vacant, vatic, sounds of the sea.
- what is "Oracular Nights" ?
A storm and gambit of plays for 2025. The ensemble & writer will present a new play every performance. Wrought only from a few first materials: language, sound, light costumes, light. Audiences go into the theatre knowing nothing beyond the title of that evening's play, & the poetic principles posited in the synopsis above.
- where are we going ? what is the goal ?
In one sentence: transfiguration of mood into world.
- what is the poetic text capable of being, today?
Nothing less than it was capable of being in 1611: "not only an armour, but also a whole armoury of weapons, both offensive and defensive."