~~Anthony Alessandrini, Jadaliyya~~
~~Gideon Levy, Ha’aretz~~
There are revolutionaries in the theatre–people like Peter Brook,
Grotowski, and earlier, Artaud and others. They work on
well constructed stages, with well-trained actors, in European
cities. They receive honors and commissions and titles. They receive our adulation.
And there are also individuals like Juliano Mer Khamis–who work in grimy, dirty
refugee camps or ghettos, whose actors are street urchins born into
poverty. Without the honors and the invitations, these individuals work in the shadows of the art world. They put their nose to the ground, brushing off to the threats. They work, and often, they produce extraordinary results with ordinary materials. The term poor theater, which was coined at another time and with a very different intent, is their locus of operations.
On days like this one’s being is shaken, to the core. What price the theater of liberation? And by whom? The rest is words and tears.
The earth, light on Juliano Mer Khamis…