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Top Ten Tips for Watching Noh
Contributed by David Surtasky Photographs by David Surtasky This summer (on August 1 & 2, 2014) a free torchlit performance will be held in Bloomsburg Pennsylvania (Bloomsburg? Pennsylvania? Who knew?) along the banks of the Susquehanna River at the Town … Continue reading
Coming Full Circle
Contributed by Deborah Brevoort [Editor’s note: Deborah Brevoort is a playwright and musical theatre librettist/lyricist. An alumna of New Dramatists, she is a co-founder of Theatre Without Borders (a group of individual artists dedicated to international theatre exchange.) She is … Continue reading
Time and its Double: An Alchemical Inquiry
Contributed by Michael Gardiner That the process of the universal or truth—they are one and the same thing—is transversal relative to all available instances of knowledge means that the universal is always an incalculable emergence, rather than a describable structure. … Continue reading
Happy Stone
Happy Stone – A Sixth Category Play about a Waki Contributed by James Goode James: Time is rushing forward. Time is rushing forward. It is lunch break on Wednesday of the third week of the Noh Training Project, or as … Continue reading
蓮生
Reflections on the monk Renshô, participant in the battle of Ichi-no-tani, March 18, 1184. Renshô stands looking out over the face of the waters at Suma no Ura. An echo of horses and the desperate sighs of the fallen merged … Continue reading
Learning to Lead and to Listen
Contributed by Morit Gaifman Like David (Surtasky), my role is the mae-shite (his, in the primarily male cast with a women’s chorus, mine, in the primarily female cast with a men’s chorus). There have been a number of challenges, the … Continue reading
One of the Grass-Cutters
Contributed by Kevin Salfen, Assistant Professor of Music History, University of the Incarnate Word (Secretary, Theatre Nohgaku) I have a relatively modest part to play in the Noh Training Project’s production of Atsumori. I will be the tsure—that is, the … Continue reading