Ontological-Hysteric Theater founded by Richard Foreman

Joel Israel, Caitlin McDonough-Thayer and Sarah Dahlen in Richard Foreman's DEEP TRANCE BEHAVIOR IN POTATOLAND (Photo © Paula Court)

The Ontological-Hysteric Theater (OHT) was founded in 1968 by Richard Foreman.

According to his website, his aim was “stripping the theater bare of everything but the singular and essential impulse to stage the static tension of interpersonal relations in space. The OHT seeks to produce works that balance a primitive and minimal style with extremely complex and theatrical themes. The core of the company’s annual programming is Richard Foreman’s theater pieces, of which he has made over 50 in the last 40 years.

“Foreman’s trademark “total theater” unites elements of the performative, auditory and visual arts, philosophypsychoanalysis and literature for a unique result. Foreman’s style is not meant to be ‘cerebral’, but rather, the density of his compositional theater is an attempt to viscerally reflect and process everything that he has inherited from his explorations in twentieth century thought and art. Foreman engages in what the poet John Keats famously described as “negative capability” – i.e. “when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.” He seeks to make work that unsettles and disorients received ideas and opens the doors for alternative models of perception, organization, and understanding. Of course as times, technologies and experiences change, strategies must shift as well. In 2005 Foreman began a second chapter in his work with the introduction of the digital video and film media as dominating forces in his redefinition of ontologically hysteric theater.”

According to the New York Times, The Ontological-Hysteric Theater is leaving its performance space at St. Mark’s Church in the Bowery in June, the playwright and director Richard Foreman said in a news release. The Ontological, which has had a permanent home at St. Mark’s, in the East Village, since 1992, will wrap up operations there on June 30, the end of its 2009-10 season, according to the release. “My aesthetic remains the same,” Mr. Foreman said in the statement, “but after many years of making theater there’s been a thematic deepening of everything I’ve been working towards that can now only be made possible through film.” The Ontological-Hysteric Theater will continue to function, with the possibility of an occasional theatrical production, but will focus on film and video work.


Five: The Letter

The Letter

The rain fell long and hard and oh so cold,
The evening clouds dark and gray,
He had to see her right away,
So in love with her, head over heels
Let her know just how he feels,
She left him there in the rain and in the cold,
Could her soul be so bold?
Her heart was empty and her eyes were shy,
She thought she would die,
She Loved him too, with all her heart, but–
He did not know how complicated it might be,
He just thought of her and it made him glee,
She could not let him know the truth, At least not yet.

She knew one day she’d make it right,
But for now she had to fight,
The time had come, no more delay,
Although she knew his Love might stray,
Got there just in time and let her know,
He could not deny his love would grow,
Her eyes lit up, her head tilted low,
She looked away, and then he left her there,
They both knew they made a perfect pair,
One day,
The timing would be right,
But tonight it did not feel right.

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III | More Poetry

If you like this post please share it.

Sincerely,
Frank Cunha III 
I Love My Architect – Facebook


Four: The Arrival — Original and Re-edited Version by @Zorlone

The Arrival

From a thousand miles they came to see the show,

The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,

The lights shown bright, oh what a sight,

They sat snuck together, nice and tight,

It felt right after such a long flight,

Try not to think of saying good night.

Just sit right back and enjoy the view,

Cause they all knew, these days are few,

Just sit right back and enjoy the craze,

Before the velvet curtains are raised,

The soft white snow began to accrue,

No one cared, they weren’t subdued,

They all knew, these days are few,

They laughed and mused at the stage anew,

The greatest show of their age revived,

Just then they knew they had arrived,

Buzz— Swoosh— Boo—

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III / Re-edited by:  Lorenzo Bernardino | More Poetry

The Arrival

They came from many miles around to see the show,
The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,
The lights shown bright, what a sight,
They sat close together, nice and tight,
It felt right after such a long flight,
Try not to think of when it is time to go,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
They all knew, these days are few,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
Before the velvet curtains drew,
The soft white snow began to accrue,
No one cared, they weren’t scared,
They all knew, these days are few,
They laughed and mused at the stage,
The greatest show of their age,
Just then they knew they had arrived,
Buzz— Swoosh— Moo—
[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III | More Poetry

If you like this post please share it.

Sincerely,
Frank Cunha III 
I Love My Architect – Facebook

Read the rest of this entry »


Barns: For the Birds vs White Christmas

For the Birds

White Christmas


First a White Christmas, Now a White New Years


Minimalism: White Christmas

Minimalism: White Christmas

Friends,

This year has been great, but I know that next year will be even better. I hope that everyone has a healthy and prosperous new year filled with happiness and joy! May your New Year’s Eve celebration bring you closer to those you love. Hopefully, we all take a moment to remember the loved ones we have lost, they remain in our hearts forever.

Sincerely,
Frank

Share/Bookmark