One of my rants just came to the surface from a forgotten existence beneath my heaps of data files. If this page, as a portal of ideas and words, is to carry its weight, I’m going to throw out things such as this intro to, among other things, shamanism…

We may accept that a disproportionate amount of the theatre propagated in the name of enlightenment, has in fact its major working radius upon the participants themselves. To do so, we do no more than absolve the theatre of succumbing to its nature: youthful zeal and initiative confront the elders, and become blessed in a negotiated rite of passage. What then is the corresponding effective work field for post-passage performers?

The mature adult performer person, having done his/her apprenticeship, having burnt off their need of adulation, is left with a curse. Done correctly and with savvy leadership, the initiation rites have left one scarred for life. It is there on the floor, perhaps supported by the life support mechanisms of script and rehearsal, that the performer takes upon the tasks of distilling Truths. The givens are given; it is the unique, the unprogramable, that captures the essence of the theatre meeting. We cannot settle for less.