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Theater in Wartime

  • Greg Alan Brownderville (author)
Chapter of: Rumba under Fire: The Arts of Survival from West Point to Delhi(pp. 101–102)

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TitleTheater in Wartime
ContributorGreg Alan Brownderville (author)
DOIhttps://doi.org/10.21983/P3.0134.1.09
Landing pagehttps://punctumbooks.com/titles/rumba-under-fire/
Licensehttps://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/
CopyrightBrownderville, Greg Alan
Publisherpunctum books
Published on2016-02-29
Long abstractFor the play we got ourselves in love. Otherwise I didn’t know her. There were no other players. For three weeks of rehearsals, we lived together,going by our characters’ names, smelling like each other. The city turned into a war. Explosions gashed sky day and night, left both of ussick to the marrow. The day of the first performance, the bombs louder, closer, we made love again and again.When the hour came, like a demented mailman, the citymade no sound. We stepped out into the smoking ruins and held each other. Then trusted our feet, soles clicking toward the playhouse. I hoped it still existed.
Page rangepp. 101–102
Print length2 pages
LanguageEnglish (Original)
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