Imagine the ancient stone heads on Easter Island having bodies. Suppose them transformed into papier-mâché puppets eight to ten feet tall. Picture these puppets moving as if they were in some prehistoric slow-motion silent film. This is hierophantic theater, as old as time, as young as the infancy of man. To see The Grey Lady Cantata as performed by the Bread and Puppet Theater is rather like waiting in the mystic whispering groves of Delphi to hear the oracle speak. Despite the primordial trappings, this virtual dumb show is as contemporary as tomorrow's...
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