POUND FOR POUND
from Sky Gilbert's memoir, EJACULATIONS FROM THE CHARM FACTORY
Anyway, we were off to see a weird play in some hole-in-the-wall on Queen Street
directed by someone with an unpronounceable name. It may very well have been
Christopher [Newton's] idea. He was always wanting to go see avant-garde stuff.
wisely, "Performance art is a great place to steal ideas." Performance artists
take enormous risks and aren't bound by conventional notions of narrative. Usually
we were looking for visual stuff: images, techniques, lighting, sound, and set
ideas we wouldn't normally think of in a theatre environment. We didn't want
to be bound by the rules of the theatre, at least not in our deepest imaginings,
our fantasies of what might possibly be.
Hillar's play was staged in the back of a bar. I don't remember much about it,
except a beautiful, half-naked woman in a hammock (Rosalba Martinni), and some
half-naked men. The performance was very sexual, beautiful and moving and frightening
and funny. And surprising. I think that's what we were both so happy about -
being surprised by a performance for a change. We were both astounded, overjoyed.
It was so much fun walking back along Queen Street with him on that spring night.
First of all we had to get over the sheer excitement of our discovery. "Hillar
Liitoja is a genius!" we said. We were ecstatic.