A Howland Company production in partnership with Buddies
Toronto, 2014 / Paris, 1871 / hell, always
This is why I quit art.
Four poets, a sloppy love triangle, an unfinished art film, and an electric oven. Can we still talk about the apocalypse as if it hasn’t already happened? It’s 2014 in Toronto (hell) and 1871 in France (also hell). The artists torture themselves to make work that means something rightnow, but time feels slippery and no narrative can keep them safe.
A performance poem imagining the worlds of Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Verlaine, Sylvia Plath, Sappho, and post-art school malaise, take rimbaud flirts with creation, revolution, and violence at the end of the world.
