Leaves of Grass
"Leaves of Grass" returns to the cell for an engaging evening of theater. Directed by Jeremy Bloom, the ensemble performs Walt Whitman's epic text - as chamber theater meets dance theater meets congregation meets celebration - without irony or clothing.
A nude chorus of multitudes reciting, "I contain multitudes." Wouldn't Walt Whitman be tickled? Whitman, who in this poem exclaims, "If I worship one thing more than another, it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it." Each succeeding line, passage, turn of phrase celebrates the bare human form as an intersection of nature and industry. "I am the poet of the body, I am the poet of the soul."
"There seems something appropriately pure about the Cell Theatre's production"-- The New Yorker
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