IMPRESSIONS: Malcolm-x Betts + Nile Harris "Temporary Boyfriend" at The Chocolate Factory Theater
Performers: Nile Harris and Malcolm-x Betts
Scenic and Technical Director: Dyer Rhoads
Sound Designer: Geng PTP
Costume Designer: Malcolm-x Betts
Production Coordinator/Board Operator: Ariana Swei
Commissioned and Presented by The Chocolate Factory Theater, Under the Radar Festival, and Ping Chong and Company
All Photos: Brian Rogers
bookend gunshots
nervy dark
uncertain light
scalable sound structures
sheer rocky landscapes
wide heaving oceans
the comforts of unpredictability
improvised collaborations
crack open histories
present presence distilled
imagine future utopias
what happened happens only once
only this happening
yet over and over happening
a singular enactment of the eternal unknowable
what I saw is not what you saw
what I’ve seen is not what you’ve seen
what I can see is not what you can see
perspective requires being outside
which also requires
an inside
so here we are
together
outside
inside
together
what happens?
aluminum ding of a citibike bell
a lightly taunting whistle
flickering white headlight jerks and pans
flashing red tail light follows
a known object
ordinary
made unknown
erratic
voices rise
tire skid
squeal of brakes stop short
we almost collide
almost fall
a precarious balance
who’s steering
who’s guiding
who’s steady
who’s exalted
legs kick and spring
arms float and retract
spines pick up and put down
a sense of dodging
untrackable
feet quiet
bodies garrulous
up down and around and round
cadence of rambling speech
clarity of diction
swagger of slang
(or is it the other way around?)
front body bared in ecstatic layouts and inexorable hinges
unknowable attitudes
arabesques become history’s compass
tones tighten and expand
vernacular gesture in directional motive
quotation meets context
shapes and sounds recur and distort
edges hard and soft around a persistent core
spasms of knowing
glimpse fragments of a powerful whole
the sanctity of praise
the fear of god
a reclamation of formalism
and its disintegration
its rejection
its rebirth
in cathartic chaos
how to make whole
how to make praise
how to make blessings
of the punishing hard ground
and the rapture of flight
conspiratorial intimacies nakedly opaque
the urgency and timelessness of love
“it’s never too late to say I love you”
how many ways can we speak love
how many ways can we feel love
how many ways can we embody love
in comfort and fear
in pain and triumph
steady and unknowing
bodies flash in silhouette
their gravity
their sweat
in apocalyptic orange glow and baby oil sheen
hurtling through everything we know
everything we don’t know
everything we’ll never know
glimpse what’s lost in the unknowable
no matter what
we all flinch at a gunshot
who’s this one for?