Guestbooks
After every performance, the audience exits into a space where a couple of Guestbooks are laid out. Some people write in them; some don’t. Some send emails which are then taped into the books.
- Spinning and spinning and spanning. (Andy Parks)
- Komrade Stalin would not approve!! I shall return for the next evolutionary phase … Keep recombinating DNA. (Richard Feren)
- Thanks for the trance.
- Fabulous exquisite subtleties.
- At some point I stopped being a spectator and joined in. My actions though were limited to sitting. (M. T. Mind)
- Hard to think of anything else while watching this performance. Wonderful! (Reno)
- A little like taking mushrooms, and finding yourself in the Tower of Babel. (Rita L.)
- SO PURE IT HURTS! (Atom Egoyan)
- In anticipation of the continued cycle, I salivate … drop … drop … drop … on to the floor below. (Nick Sheehan)
- Why do you work your actors so hard? I feel bad for them. They are amazing!
- I could have seen this at the Clarke Institute for free. [the Clarke was a psychiatric hospital on College St. now named CAMH]
- The land of Oz.
- It's over! … or has it just begun?
- I loved the signals. (Tracy Renie)
- Beau Danse Macabre.
- Ow – it hurt – I liked it …
- C'est le début – C'est le chaos – c'est un prologue terrifiant. (Paul Lefebvre)
- My oldest sister said: (big sigh) Now I know exactly what it's like to go into the MAW OF MADNESS. (Paulette White)
- My brain is still working and creating and reveling in the precise overstimulation.
- Fascinating radical theatre!
- Could have watched a whole lot longer. Delightful to follow – or not. Erotic. Sweat hasn't smelled so good in quite a while. Nudity and St. Matthew's Passion – who'd 'a' thought? (David Fraser)
- Beautiful, sensual and poetic! The build of tension, rhythm: pacing was superb & brought my heart & energy along with it. Could have watched for hours. Truly inspiring! (Rachelle Konigsberg)
- How curious that I should grow sentimental for the good old days of insane asylums.
- It bears repeating – You are a cheese tray, Hillar Liitoja. Who cares only for pencil shavings and the elasticity of tea cups. You will find your just reward in a heaven or hell composed only of bobbing dickie birds. (Kirsten Johnson)
- Thank you. Thank you. … But with this awful trembling in my heart …
- Seeing just the last 15 minutes of the show was definitely like an insane asylum without the HALOPERIDOL (anti-psychotic drug) for everyone! I loved it! It made me laugh and cry at the same time! (Lissa)
- Thank you for renewing me.
- “Great simplicity can only be accomplished by years of great effort or one perfect moment, or both.”
- I grit my teeth. My head bleeds a horrible beautiful frightening red. My knees are weak.
- Again I'm altered!
- Each chaos made me feel like a wall, very effective anti-theatre.
- I kept on the tendons of a dancer's foot. Circles drawn on the floor with a pointed toe. Listening to the comfort of chaos.
- Amazing. I'll have nightmares about it.
- Beautiful approaching unbearable. (Ed Fielding) [Ed also spoke to me post-Opening – Hillar, I can't believe it. You've re-invented DNA.]