Travel

I have never been to Spain, but one reason we go to the theatre is to see other worlds, and to have the feeling one has watching these street performers, a feeling of knuckles going cold as the heart and eyes remain rapt as these community of performers show off little fleeting portraits of the audience’s various selves while turning the mirror of the self this way and that in costumes and bending over backwards while standing straight up as a man with big thighs and a big voice narrates around the dancers illustrative bodies as he sits still while traveling through his voice which carries us along with it, maybe further away and into our own bodies and voices, too, because we are after all only human and we imitate the best of human behavior and sometimes it’s worse, but it’s not it’s worse in this environment of serious play, of women bending over backwards while standing straight up and we can’t even help prevent them from toppling over because they will not fall.