If you and your buddy pulled a heist and need a place to hide the cash, you'd better pray for a dead relative. That's the way robbers Dennis and Hal play it in Loot by Joe Orton. The two men stash their spoils in Mom's coffin. Director Aaron Worley says the dark comedy, which first premiered in 1965, sparkles with snappy wit that still draws laughs from modern audiences. Toss in a gold-digging nurse, a corrupt inspector and a cadaver that keeps popping up around the house, and a fortune of farce unfolds.
Alan Mitchell Photography
“Listen up, mister!”
Alan Mitchell Photography
The cast, left to right: Eric Bodwell , Brian Chapman , Neil Faulconbridge, Christy Lopez, Michael Weppler and John Hardman
It was back at the end of June that a mystery artist created a 50+ foot NeverEnding Story-esque beast on the plastic wrap that masks the Anasazi building’s lower parts. It was beautiful, but I pass the intersection everyday. The piece stayed up so long that I got used to it. I don’t really know when it got washed away, but only looked up one afternoon and it was gone.
A replacement dragon appeared on Monday morning. This one is green! It’s not as long, but still impressive in size. It’s also lumpier. (That’s not really an insult to a dragon.) What I like about these pieces is their fuzziness, their ambiguity. The creatures could be from any mythology. They could be Asian, Eastern European, fictional or whatever. At first glance, I thought the dragon rider was wearing a sombrero. But it could be one of those old-timey jungle explorer hats. Or maybe a fantasy hat of the world from which the dragon hails.
The green behemoth has lips. Or does it? It definitely has teeth. Or maybe it’s just that brush-like stuff whales have. One thing’s for sure, it looks drowsy. I feel you, sleepy dragon. I’m glad we can commiserate as I walk to work each morning.
The unshaven, messy-haired guy hunched over a desk, scribbling madly, bottle of booze at his elbow—it's a popular, romanticized image of a writer. Hemingway? Kerouac? Some cultivate this persona, and the monthly Poetry and Beer event even packages two of its hallmarks for you. But these things do fit nicely, whether you’re writing, reading or just listening. David Rowe, departing New Orleans on his Unsolicited Poetry Tour, fills the guest slot at P&B tonight at the Blackbird. Rowe has a bit of a reputation for upholding the hard-living poet standard, as well as being a melodious, meticulous wordsmith. To hear his gravely voice reading one of his poems, visit bit.ly/RoweLoveSupreme.
If you have a hard time finding clothes that fit you just right, or special items that suit your taste perfectly, consider learning to make your own fashions. The Designer’s Lounge, which just produced the teen fashion show Fall Into the Stars, has added new classes for September. Read this week’s Arts story to get an idea of how far these classes can take you.
A fascinating article on palindromes and a self-knighted master palindromist: here.
"He's an otherworldly crooked senator who knows the secret of the alien invasion. She's a mentally unstable wisecracking soap star descended from a line of powerful witches. They fight crime!" Create your own wacky crime-fighting pair here.
In the Jungian theory of psychiatry, the anima is the female element or inner personality in the collective unconscious, and the manifestation of feminine attributes in men. It is also the title of Archer Dougherty’s solo show opening at Stranger Factory on Friday. In Anima she focuses what she calls her “pop surrealistic visions” around strong female themes. She says the characters she portrays are poised somewhere in limbo between childhood and the adult world, trying to tackle internal demons and outside influences. Figures of women surrounded by bright colors, theatrical details and whimsical—and somehow ominous—creatures mark her work.
The deadline for submissions to the Alibi haiku contest has passed, but there’s still a chance to get your words out. We are seeking short poems about 9/11: tributes, reactions, aftermath and related angles. Our staff will choose a smattering of the best and publish them in the haiku issue, which happens to come out a few days before the 10th anniversary of the tragedy.
Email your poems to firstname.lastname@example.org by Saturday, Sept. 3.
If you like laughs and day trip adventures, head north to Teatro Paraguas Studio for Blackout Theatre’s new show <I>Let’s Blackout in Santa Fe (and call it sketch comedy)</I>. The ensemble will whip out audience favorites from the past couple of years, plus new material and outrageous video sketches. Musical guests Ericka Olvera and Lauren Poole join the giggle-fest. The performances are Friday at 8 p.m. and Saturday at 9:30 p.m., so you have time to get a few Margaritas beforehand—always makes it easier to blackout.
More than 18 artists are exhibiting at Cellar Door Gifts & Gallery, as part of the group show Talisman. Curated by Kris Mills, the pieces are the artists’ responses to the idea of a talisman—an item that influences or motivates one’s actions or thoughts. Some offerings are grotesquely humorous, others intricately whimsical. This manifestation of work is only in the gallery until Aug. 31, so get in there and see it, perhaps during the show’s reception on Friday, from 8 to 10 p.m. You can eat snacks and feast your eyes at the same time.
“God Bless Our Camper” by Kris Mills
“Lost and Forgotten” by Valerie Royball
“Talisman to the Center of the Earth” by Kristin Diener