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This article is customized from <\/em>Survivors of a Future That Never Happened: A Cultural Review, 1974-1994 (Montreal Publishing), obtainable on Bookshop.org<\/a> and Amazon.com<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cThe Theatre of Images\u201d\u2014a time period coined within the early Seventies by Michel Guy, director of the Avignon Festival in France, <\/strong>and popularized by Bonnie Marranca in Performing Arts Journal<\/a><\/em>\u2014was, together with efficiency artwork, the foremost growth within the stay arts of the \u201970s. The surge of theatricality within the postwar avant-garde had opened super reservoirs of collective feeling throughout the performing arts of Lower Manhattan, climaxing within the visionary theatre collectives of SoHo, the capstone of one of many nice eras in Twentieth-century American theatre historical past. It was an period of formal precision, ritual enchantment, therapeutic play, and public participation, reflecting highly effective communal urges in a world that appeared to many to be on the verge of some cataclysmic upheaval.<\/p>\n \u201cMeredith Monk was born in Lima Peru\u201d ran the playbill bio on the ill-starred Billy Rose Theatre Broadway occasion in 1968, persevering with: \u201cgrew up in the West riding horses\/is Inca Jewish\/lived in a red house\u2026\/started dancing lessons at the age of three because she could not skip\/did Hippie love dance at Barney\u2019s Roaring 20s in California\/has brown hair.\u201d Equal components countercultural fantasist, wild little one, and visionary saint, Monk at age 25 was an American unique. Her theatrical imaginative and prescient was rooted within the voice. Her vocalizations have been pre-verbal: nonsense syllables, repeated consonants and vowels, whining shrieks, microtonal yelps, monkey chatters\u2014a medley of soul sounds able to shocking expressivity, purity, and vary, with a totally developed contralto vibrato shining behind her weirdest howls and folk-inflected syllables, lodging within the thoughts as ineffable states of being.<\/p>\n Performing in Downtown New York whereas nonetheless at Sarah Lawrence College, Monk plunged into the Happening and Off-Off-Broadway scenes, making a sequence of site-specific music-theatre works for uncommon environments, augmenting her utopian firm, referred to as \u201cThe House,\u201d with extra performers for every occasion.<\/p>\n The first installment of Juice: A Musical Cantata in Three Installments<\/em> (1969) was carried out within the inside of the Guggenheim Museum on Fifth Avenue. Seventy-five white-clad \u201cangels\u201d chanted and hummed as they spiraled up the museum ramp, exploring the resonant acoustics of Frank Lloyd Wright\u2019s six-stories-high domed area. Later that 12 months, Tour: Dedicated to Dinosaurs<\/em> was carried out within the Dinosaur and Whale Rooms of the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C., and Tour 2: Barbershop<\/em> in a museum in Chicago.<\/p>\n Vessel<\/em> (1971), Monk\u2019s \u201copera-epic\u201d about Joan of Arc, opened with an overture in Monk\u2019s new loft under West Broadway, traveled to the Performing Garage on Wooster Street in SoHo, then to an empty car parking zone reworked into an historical battlefield and campsite throughout the road from an outdated Dominican church, standing in as the location of Joan\u2019s final immolation and martyrdom, represented by thick sparks. (The church was finally demolished to make method for the SoHo Grand Hotel.)<\/p>\n A multi-form epic involving greater than 100 volunteer performers, Vessel<\/em> was the richest, most thematically unified work that Monk and the House had but produced, in addition to a magical summation of the bigger arts group that SoHo had develop into.<\/p>\n Robert \u201cBob\u201d Wilson<\/a>, born and raised in Waco, Texas,<\/strong> was the son of a middle-class lawyer who was additionally Waco\u2019s metropolis supervisor and a housewife whom he claims by no means touched him till the day he left for faculty. Wilson grew up \u201cknowing the drama of those who fight to conquer a language,\u201d as an Italian critic would notice: Indeed, Wilson might have had studying disabilities, and generally nonetheless reads with awkward slowness. His early imaginative and prescient would by no means depart removed from the angle of childhood, in addition to its dispensations from the pains of maturity.\u00a0<\/p>\n A gifted therapist, architect, painter, sculpture, and environmental artist, Wilson began out working with authorities who needed their wards to develop into acceptable throughout the regular horizons of institutional life. But Wilson \u201cencouraged them to do what they wanted to do,\u201d he stated years later, \u201cinstead of trying to correct or teach.\u201d Autistic youngsters\u2014these feral kids of the psyche\u2014appeared to him to own a particular innocence, an nearly mystical perception into human expertise.<\/p>\n Wilson took over the Open Theater\u2019s former Spring Street loft in 1967 and launched \u201cmadness workshops,\u201d depoliticized from the heights of the Living Theatre\u2019s Paradise Now <\/em>(1968) and recast as remedy. Through a sequence of workshops and performances, Wilson grew to become the chief of a gaggle of beginner disciples known as the Byrds, named after the Byrd Loft\u2014the form of of us Brecht as soon as known as \u201cordinary people, borderline psychotics\u201d\u2014whose free-spirited conduct proved essential to the event of Wilson\u2019s theatre. Wilson\u2019s insanity workshops grew to become a discussion board for improvisational frenzies, ritualistic gradual movement, and the mechanical repetition of meaningless duties, typically carried out beneath the affect of psychoactive medicine, although generally not. Like many SoHo performing artists, Wilson labored with \u201cfound\u201d personalities: volunteers, pals, and acquaintances who had little in frequent besides that Wilson noticed one thing in them.<\/p>\n \u201cWe lived on rice and moonbeams. Nobody had jobs,\u201d one remembers. \u201cNot when you got up at five in the morning and didn\u2019t go to bed until three in the morning. We were at the Spring Street loft working 18 hours a day. Oh, it was crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n Wilson\u2019s predominant departure from almost all of his Downtown contemporaries was his embrace of the proscenium arch. His works occurred in framed environments the place objects may float in area and animals seem in drawing rooms, on a time-scale essentially totally different from the rhythms of life\u2014\u201dtime to assume,\u201d as Wilson put it. His psychologically inscrutable theatre proceeded with the leisureliness of desires, darkish fantasies of psychosexual catastrophe paraded with an architect\u2019s sense of scale and a toddler\u2019s whimsy. For The King of Spain<\/em> (1969), Wilson constructed 20-foot-high cat\u2019s legs that strode throughout a Victorian drawing room, which break up in two, revealing a sunny \u201cexterior,\u201d impressed by sculptor Gordon Matta-Clark\u2019s follow of sliced-up structure.<\/p>\n Wilson\u2019s themes of impairment and compassion for the helpless discovered their muse in 1968, when he rescued a 10-year-old Black orphan named Raymond, who was deaf and mute, from a beating by the hands of police. In a brand new sequence of workshops, the Byrds imitated Raymond\u2019s sounds and actions, which Wilson formed as dance, mime, and dream imagery right into a three-and-a-half-hour thriller play that appeared to exist independently of study. Deafman Glance<\/em> premiered in Paris in 1971 as a imaginative and prescient of extraordinary integrity and wonder. Le Monde<\/em> hailed it as \u201ca revolution in the plastic arts that occurs once or twice in a generation.\u201d The growing old surrealist Louis Aragon, who had damned the rebels of \u201968, praised Wilson\u2019s \u201cextraordinary freedom machine\u201d within the type of a letter to his long-estranged good friend, the daddy of the Surrealist motion, Andr\u00e9 Breton, who had died 5 years earlier. \u201cThe miracle came about long after I stopped believing in them\u2026The world of a deaf child opened up to us like a wordless mouth\u2026I never saw anything more beautiful in the world since I was born.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAll of Paris read that review,\u201d Wilson would inform me years later, \u201cand in the morning I was famous.\u201d<\/p>\n This climactic second of postwar theatricality within the \u201960s<\/strong> was accompanied by, and certainly required the destruction of, all confining visions of drama. By 1968, Richard Foreman<\/a> believed that \u201cthe theatre became hopeless,\u201d however what theatre may nonetheless do was prod audiences into an consciousness of the catastrophe of the world.<\/p>\n Born in 1937, the one little one of an upper-middle-class Scarsdale couple whom he thought have been his pure mother and father, solely to be taught as an grownup that he had been adopted, Foreman grew up an excruciatingly shy, bookish youth who didn\u2019t like crowds. His discovery of theatre at age 9 supplied him with means for contacting different folks and methods to work together \u201cwith an authority not otherwise mine in my kid life.\u201d<\/p>\n He studied inventive writing at Brown, then took a Master\u2019s in Drama at Yale, and hated each experiences. He arrived in Lower Manhattan in time to see the Living Theatre productions of The Connection<\/em> and The Brig,<\/em> which galvanized him enormously. Jack Smith\u2019s seminal Rehearsal for the Destruction of Atlantis<\/em> in 1965 demonstrated to Foreman\u2019s satisfaction that being \u201cmentally \u2018non-handleable’\u201d was the proper activity of art. The notion of exploiting one\u2019s personal awkwardness led him to Gertrude Stein, who additionally evoked a \u201ccontinuous present\u201d in a non-empathic, irrational world the place one of the best response was psychological readability. \u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019m interested in,\u201d Foreman stated.<\/p>\n Foreman\u2019s productions have been a weird world of disassociated epiphanies, buzzers, bells, and fractured speech, revealing the off-balance rhythms of a thoughts ceaselessly at work\u2014excluding nothing, not his ripest erotic fantasies or his most maladroit pens\u00e9es. Performers appeared in two-dimensional tableaux, transferring in mechanical repetition or popping up from behind distorted doorways and mirrors; bare ladies, as faceless and impersonal as figures in a de Chirico portray, blankly addressed audiences.<\/p>\n Like Monk and Wilson, Foreman labored with \u201cfound\u201d pals and acquaintances, together with many who had no thirst and even expertise for performing. He would suppress even the slightest expressiveness or collaborative enter, personally conducting proceedings from a sound-and-light board in full view of the viewers\u2014a robust picture of authorial preordination and management. Foreman\u2019s hysterical acceleration of Brecht\u2019s \u201calienation effects\u201d tried to fight emotional manipulation by changing it with shocking jolts, some involving bodily discomfort, vibrant lights, rock-hard seats, ear-splitting buzzers, thuds, gaps, and sudden motion, whereas in any other case providing solely the barest hints of narrative, theme, or psychology.<\/p>\n \u201cArt must keep man rooted in imbalance,\u201d Foreman introduced in his first \u201cOntological-Hysteric\u201d Manifesto\u2014a time period he coined to evoke \u201cthe danger that arises when one chooses to climb a mountain and halfway up one wishes one hadn\u2019t.\u201d The most uncompromising theatre artist of his era, and together with Monk probably the most unique, Foreman needed \u201cto give courage to ourself and others to be alive from moment to moment which means to accept both flux\u2026and the perceptual constituting and reconstituting of the self.\u201d<\/p>\n The theatre that went the furthest of all of the post-revolutionary SoHo collectives<\/strong> in defining the liberation of performers and audiences as materials for the stage was The Performance Group (TPG). Its principal mental pressure, founder Richard Schechner<\/a>, was a 30-something NYU theatre professor whose stewardship of The Drama Review<\/em> in New Orleans represented his early try \u201cto restore virginity to the theatre, and purpose to theatre workers,\u201d partially by introducing the achievements of European excessive modernism to American artists. When The Drama Review<\/em> relocated from Tulane to NYU on Washington Square in Greenwich Village, Schechner created his personal firm, hoping to make use of the Polish director Jerzy Grotowski<\/a>\u2018s core message\u2014\u201dthat feelings and physicality are the identical factor,\u201d as Schechner later said\u2014to set himself up as chief of 10 NYU appearing college students in a former storage on Wooster Street in SoHo to work on an adaptation of The Bacchae.<\/em><\/p>\n Audiences arrived for the primary performances in June of \u201968 with the Bacchantes already transferring alongside a maze-like system of towers, catwalks, and platforms ringing the efficiency area. An actor, clothed throughout the first few months of efficiency however bare after December, strode into the sector to announce that he, William Finley, was truly the god Dionysus, and that he had come \u201cto establish my rites and rituals\u2026and to be born, if you\u2019ll excuse me.\u201d What adopted was \u201cthe birth of a god,\u201d which Schechner, a cultural anthropologist in addition to a drama theorist, had lifted from an Inuit delivery ritual. Naked ladies stood with their legs unfold, urgent groins in opposition to buttocks, writhing and groaning whereas Dionysus squirmed between their legs throughout the naked backs of a row of inclined males.<\/p>\n Once \u201cborn,\u201d Dionysus invited viewers to rejoice his nativity by \u201chaving a groovy time tonight\u201d\u2014which was all of the prompting some viewers members wanted to take away their garments and take part an ecstatic dance to flutes, drums, and cymbals. Equal components group remedy, sacred ceremony, and countercultural freak present, Dionysus in 69<\/em> (even the title was a come-on) was a hippie-dippy Euripidean orgy that immediately put The Performance Group on the nationwide theatre map, scandalizing native authorities in addition to classical Greek students on its subsequent nationwide tour, producing what actor Patrick McDermott termed \u201ca pan-sexual, flesh-vibrating, universal eroticism.\u201d<\/p>\n Behind closed doorways, these celebrants of a New Age Mass have been a collective in turmoil. Shortly earlier than Dionysus<\/em> went nude, a 12 months into the group\u2019s existence, an actor stopped a rehearsal to demand that they \u201cstop sweeping shit under the rug and start dealing with one another,\u201d as Schechner later wrote. With the assistance of a therapist, the state of affairs improved, however by the point the present closed in July 1969, a lot of the viewers participation had both been modified or dropped. As one actress put it in a notice to the director, \u201cI didn\u2019t join the group to fuck some old man under the tower.\u201d<\/p>\n A brand new environmental work went into rehearsal, an adaptation of Shakespeare\u2019s Makbeth, <\/em>which Schechner described as \u201can angry play of blood, power struggles, betrayals, fleeting contacts, brief flashes of quiet punctuated by screams,\u201d consciously reflecting dynamics throughout the group. Makbeth\u2019s<\/em> unpopularity with actors, audiences, and critics solely deepened the disaster of authority, which led Schechner to re-assert his energy, interiorizing the position of outdated King Duncan, fated for assassination. When Makbeth <\/em>closed in January 1970, the unique group disbanded in recrimination and dislike. Schechner was in all probability right in saying that the issues had come as a lot from the streets as from throughout the firm itself.<\/p>\n The Performance Group (TPG) reconstituted itself in March 1970 what it might consider as Year One of a wholly new firm, with key figures together with actors Joan MacIntosh (who grew to become Schechner\u2019s spouse), Stephen Borst, and Spalding Gray, who had arrived late in Makbeth<\/em> rehearsals. At a residency at Swarthmore College in upstate New York, Gray met Elizabeth LeCompte<\/a>, a New Jersey-born visible artist who grew to become Schechner\u2019s assistant director. With this new, tightly knit firm\u2014\u201da collective, inventive, participatory democracy,\u201d as Gray later recalled\u2014work started on a darkish rebirth: Commune<\/em> (1971) was \u201ca play about Middle America, by the children of Middle America\u2014no copouts, no kidding,\u201d as Schechner wrote in The New York Times<\/em>. Congealing round fantasies of violence\u2014most vividly, the My Lai bloodbath and the Tate-LoBianco murders by the Manson household\u2014Commune<\/em> advanced partially over a seamless spherical of summer season workshops, events, mountain picnics, skinny dips in lakes, and acid journeys within the woods outdoors upstate New Paltz.<\/p>\n \u201cThe changes, man,\u201d stated one character. \u201cThe changes are what it\u2019s all about.\u201d<\/p>\n Touring in Poland, Commune<\/em> set off a riot when hippies bent again the bars of a backstage toilet window and invaded the theatre. Back on Wooster Street, firm members have been cooking, showering, and sleeping within the theatre, as director Tom O\u2019Horgan had needed to do with the corporate of Hair<\/em> throughout the musical\u2019s <\/em>Broadway run.<\/p>\n TPG\u2019s all-night dance events have been drugged-up, drunken bacchanales. Schechner was accused of exploiting members throughout one all-night trance dance. \u201cThe charges struck home,\u201d he later wrote. \u201cWas the ecstasy dance just an ornate structure sheltering simple erotic impulses? But at the same time, I wondered, what was wrong with that?\u201d LeCompte was not alone in pondering that Schechner\u2019s sense of his place within the firm had taken priority over the work itself.<\/p>\n In October 1971, Schechner and MacIntosh left for a seven-month-long pilgrimage to Asia and the Pacific. On their return in April 1972, Schechner found that LeCompte had revised Commune<\/em>, empowering actors to precise their unhappiness with the unique manufacturing and create a brand new one. Collective imperatives pointed in the direction of a necessity for democratic reforms: TPG reconstituted itself once more as a not-for-profit entity, with all members legally a part of its decision-making processes. Schechner\u2019s dream of presenting performers as themselves, throughout the contexts of their very own lives, had liberated their voices, however on the similar time had precipitated him to lose management of them\u2014marking a shift in experimentation that launched The Performance Group into its best interval of labor, post-1974, and would ultimately result in the creation of a wholly new entity with out Schechner, recognized to today because the Wooster Group.<\/p>\n Unique among the many collectives of the SoHo period,<\/strong> Mabou Mines<\/a> by no means surrendered to utopian fantasies, by no means recognized with therapeutic targets, and by no means solely deserted the normal assets of the skilled actor. Responding to the period\u2019s crises of authority, Mabou Mines allotted with the position of inventive director altogether, sanctioning all members\u2014administrators, actors, composers, technicians, and visible artists\u2014to operate as equal companions within the creation of theatre worlds. Emerging partially by the Downtown\u2019s visible and musical arts communities, Mabou Mines touched upon each main ism <\/em>of the \u201970s, from minimalism and post-minimalism to Buddhism and feminism. This collective of radical people fused the visually oriented theatre of Wilson and Foreman with the actor-centered theatre of Joseph Chaikin and Jerzy Grotowski, merging photos and phrases when not many experimental firms have been using language as a type of enchantment or track.<\/p>\n Mabou Mines\u2019 origins attain again to the time Ruth Maleczech<\/a> and Lee Breuer<\/a> met as undergraduates at UCLA in 1957. After commencement they gravitated to the efficiency scene in San Francisco, the place they met a current drop-out from a Stanford doctoral program in philosophy, JoAnne Akalaitis<\/a>, who had moved to the town to \u201cexplore the emotional side of existence\u201d within the theatre. This early coming collectively of core membership broke aside within the aftermath of the Kennedy assassination and the thickening drug scene in North Beach. Breuer and Maleczech headed to New York, and in January 1965 caught a tramp freighter to Greece. Akalaitis took an residence in Greenwich Village, hoping to pursue a kind of standard appearing profession. She additionally renewed contact with a person she had met in San Francisco a number of years earlier than, the Juilliard-trained composer Philip Glass.<\/p>\n It was in Paris, not San Francisco or Manhattan, the place the founding members of Mabou Mines first convened. Glass had a Fulbright Scholarship to review music with Nadia Boulanger, and Akalaitis joined him in October, in an unheated Left Bank carriage home on the Rue Sauvageot that had previously belonged to the painter Hans Hofmann. Vacationing in Greece in a battered automobile, they reconnected with Breuer and Maleczech, who had been residing in a horse secure on Rhodes. The foursome moved in collectively on the Rue Sauvageot and struggled to interrupt into the English-language theatre scene in Paris.<\/p>\n Along with David Warrilow, a sublime Englishman of Irish extraction, they started to rehearse a current one-act play by postwar theatre\u2019s best minimalist, Samuel Beckett. Play <\/em>(1964) featured Glass\u2019s first minimalist composition: ten 20-second-long solo phrases for saxophone, two traces of two notes in alternating, pulsing intervals. Play\u2019s success d\u2019estime<\/em> tempted them to start out a theatre firm in Paris, however Akalaitis needed to return to New York\u2014although not earlier than she and Glass took an extended overland journey to India. In Darjeeling, the gateway to the Himalayas, Glass accepted a Tibetan Buddhist, Domo Geshe Rinpoche, as his instructor; Glass would later help in Rinpoche\u2019s resettlement in upstate New York.<\/p>\n Returning to New York City after two-and-a-half years away, Glass and Akalaitis moved right into a two-floor residence above a twenty third Street deli and immersed themselves within the \u201cpolitics, factions, stratagems, and worlds within worlds that make up the New York art scene,\u201d as artwork critic Robert Pincus-Witten noticed. JoAnne wrote Ruth and Lee in Paris, observing that Manhattan was \u201cviolent and frightening,\u201d however famous thrilling developments within the visible arts and dance. Maleczech prompt they attend a three-week workshop within the south of France with the theatre guru of the second, Jerzy Grotowski, who would supply one other essential aspect to what grew to become Mabou Mines.\u00a0<\/p>\n Grotowski seen appearing much less as an acquisition of abilities than an eradication of blocks. Both Ruth and JoAnne thought-about Grotowski\u2019s strategy brutal and sexist, however the dazzling presence of Grotowski\u2019s lead actor, Ryszard Ciezlak, by some means vindicated Grotowski\u2019s methodology, demonstrating that an actor \u201ccould be a creative, rather than just an interpretive artist,\u201d as Maleczech later defined.<\/p>\n Just earlier than Christmas 1969, Lee, Ruth, and their toddler daughter, Clove 333 Galilee, joined Phil, JoAnne, and their daughter Juliet above the twenty third Street deli, with Warrilow following per week later. Glass stored the family going by doing plumbing work for the SoHo loft growth, whereas Breuer struggled with writing a \u201cperformance poem\u201d in regards to the coming-to-consciousness of a horse. Early works-in-progress of The Red Horse Animation<\/em> attracted the eye of Ellen Stewart of La MaMa<\/a>, who had a three-year grant from the Ford Foundation, enabling her to supply the corporate manufacturing dates and $50 {dollars} per week per member. With the promise of early winter performances at La MaMa, the group traveled a thousand miles northeast to a campground on the Eastern shore of Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, a 50-acre property Glass and an in depth good friend had lately bought after Glass had inherited $10,000 from the sale of one-sixth of a Baltimore car parking zone. When the brand new theatre wanted a reputation, JoAnne considered a run-down former coal-mining village a half-hour south of the property.<\/p>\n Mabou Mines premiered Red Horse <\/em>on the Guggenheim in November 1970. The Times<\/em>\u2019 Clive Barnes prompt all of them return to the mines. Even the Voice <\/em>discovered the corporate \u201clost in formalities, in gentility, in its celebrations.\u201d The essential wipe-out ended when Breuer returned to Beckett, premiering Play<\/em> on a double invoice with Red Horse<\/em> at La MaMa in April 1971. Mabou Mines\u2019 extremely unique realizations of Beckett\u2019s one-acts would ultimately be acknowledged throughout the U.S. and Western Europe. Mabou Mines would obtain an Obie Award for General Excellence in 1974, however firm conferences had develop into more and more rancorous, degenerating into enterprise wrangles, inspiring Breuer and Warrilow to dream up the most cost effective Beckett they might consider: The Lost Ones<\/em> was a monologue tailored from a brief story a few race of individuals trapped in a purgatorial cylinder. Audience members got small binoculars to look at Warrilow manipulating tiny toy figures alongside a round wall and platform two toes in diameter, described within the textual content as \u201c50 meters round and 18 high.\u201d<\/p>\n An excellent manufacturing idea and a unprecedented efficiency intertwined. Mabou Mines Performs Samuel Beckett<\/em> opened within the spring of 1975 on the Theater for the New City on Jane Street within the West Village, comprising Play<\/em>, Come and Go,<\/em> and The Lost Ones<\/em>. The Times<\/em>, Newsweek, <\/em>and Vogue<\/em> all raved. The Beckett trilogy marked the corporate\u2019s decisive shift into bigger theatre worlds.<\/p>\n SoHo, the house base of the \u201cTheatre of Images,\u201d by mid-decade had develop into dwelling to greater than 64 visible artwork galleries. Leaving its collective idyll, SoHo additionally slipped its ghettodom: What the Times\u2019 <\/em>critic Hilton Kramer described disapprovingly (in 1973) as \u201cthe Age of the Avant-Garde\u201d had made modern artwork a spotlight of curiosity amongst a rising public, not simply in New York, however throughout America, Europe, and Asia as nicely. An interdisciplinary arts group with out parallel since Paris within the \u201920s was exiting its \u201cclosets of self\u201d to usher in, amongst different issues, what may pretty be known as what Schechner known as it, \u201can Elizabeth era\u201d (after Liz LeCompte, who would quickly co-found the Wooster Group) in Twentieth-century American theatre\u2014an age that may affect theatre artists and audiences actually across the globe within the coming a long time.<\/p>\n Robert Coe (he\/him) is an creator, journalist, playwright, and screenwriter residing in Jersey City, New Jersey.<\/strong><\/p>\n
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