Repertory: Shock Troops of the Avant-Garde

A bearded man with a red scarf stands totally still at the front of the stage. He says nothing. He scarcely breathes. The audience waits. And waits. Gradually, a few titters break out. Sitting at the back of the house, an actress—who dishonestly announces that she is not an actress —chides the titterers for their embarrassment. Occasionally she addresses a question to the man on stage: "Are you asking? Are you telling? Do you need?"

Eventually, other actors begin storming through the aisles, their feet thumping in military double time. They compulsively mime cleaning the backs of orchestra seats. There...

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