Saturday, December 15, 2007

Poem by Machine01

That is, Paviter Singh, intern and multimedia technician for this show.

Caught in the circumference of a storm,
PI is no longer constant,
But it is.

Torrance (our set designer) noted that part of his rubric for this production was to allow the tech crew to be the stars for once. They're set in the centre of the space, with the audience sitting/wandering around them and the mad performers only inhabiting the periphery.

Lovely poem and very, very apt.

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