Word: muted
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...walk out exclaiming, "It's been done to me!" But what? Did we see the garden of Eden a new? Death anew? Did we see anything? These plays, which are finally mute gestures, appropriately leave it all an Open Question. But at any rate take an hour-and-a-half to see any one of these plays (preferably Serpent ). They are political only by a broad stretch of the imagination, but they do stretch the imagination...
...sensitive man can only say: "If I scream, you will say that I am barbarous; If I whisper, you will not hear me; If I speak normally, you will say that I am indifferent." A great poem, a Vietnam headline, a back-page conundrum all appear the same- mute and urgent; just as a general, a soldier- killing or being killed- and a huckster are all the same size, volume, and duration on television, that magnificent annihilator of moral distinction, which cuts us even as we ignore it. We consume our words, our dead and dying, with equal voracity, equal...
...play opens endearingly with the two street kids grooving to a song called, "I walk the lonely streets at night/ A-looking' for your door." Murph and Joey discover the Indian mutely waiting for a bus. The kids wonder if he is an Indian or Turk and go through a series of delightful digs at each other, horseplay, and anecdotes such as the time Murph pulled down his trousers, sat on a Xerox machine, and sent the copies to his friends as Christmas cards. However, neither Heit nor Lazaro really got wound up in the roles. Horovitz is striving...
Then there is the Frauenkirche (Church of Our Lady), whose majestic 310-ft. dome once dominated the center of Dresden. Like Hiroshima's Industrial Promotion Hall, it will be left in ruins, a mute reminder of the thought expressed by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. in his Dresden novel, Slaughterhouse 5: "There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre...
...Cork man himself, Trevor has spread an eery Irish mist over the shabby Dublin back street where O'Neill's Hotel stands in bewitched semi-ruin. On the top floor lives the proprietor, Mrs. Sinnott, at 91 a legendary personage. Half-Irish, half-Venetian and a deaf-mute, Mrs. Sinnott is an almost mystical presence. The members of her family and the orphans she has collected about her over the years-mostly the lost and the losers-make their pilgrimages to her room and scribble confessions into the red exercise books through which she communicates...