The Avant-Garde Is Back on the Launchpad
Once upon a time, in New York, we measured our lives in Richard Foreman productions. For decades, the crocus of our theatrical spring was the widespread wheat-pasting of his black-and-white posters on various downtown walls and construction sidings, with wild-eyed clip-arty faces and carnival-barker fonts screaming titles like “WAKE UP, MR. SLEEPY! YOUR UNCONSCIOUS MIND … Read more
