Stealing the Body: Gypsies from the Katona József Theater
Gypsies, by Jenő Józsi Tersánszky and Krisztián Grecsó, is a Hungarian play combining text from the original 1931 version. Katona József Theater presented this work at the Kennedy Center's Eisenhower Theater for three performances starting March 15, 2012. A play spoken in Hungarian with English surtitles, it is theater with a cultural difference.
Body movement and staccato text played a big part in what made it stand apart from the usual approach to Western theater. There was a lot of text, which meant a lot of surtitles to read so the Dresser had to work hard at keeping up with the story. Essentially, the story explores the clash between gypsy and Hungarian cultures. The Hungarians of this play don't like the gypsies because the Hungarians say gypsies steal things. Mostly the Hungarians don't understand the gypsy culture and this makes the Hungarians nervous and afraid. Yes, this is about a small town attitude and when the patriarch of a gypsy clan is shot dead after he and his family run out of their house which has been hit with Molotov cocktail, the Hungarian officials: detectives, policemen, firemen, and the coroner don't know what to do. The family has stolen the body of the dead man stymieing the criminal investigation. An out-of-town journalist with a fancy recording device shows up to write about what has happened. The townsmen don't like her because at the root of their behavior is an intolerance for any kind of difference.
The sets were masterful in a high-tech way--big structures that moved seamlessly. There was much in the acting that was amusing, but some scenes seemed purposefully boring, so boring that the Act I curtain falls slowly on Hungarians talking endlessly about what to do about investigating what has happened at the gypsy enclave where no townsmen wants to go. The play ends in much the same way with the bereaved widow cussing about what has happened in the bar her husband would frequent. And a lot has happened including the revelation that the husband impregnated their daughter, spurned the foster son who loved that daughter in favor of another man much like the patriarical rogue. The favorite scenes included gypsy men playing their air instruments with such passionate moves that the Dresser could almost see the violins, accordion and cymbalom.
Bill Yarrow's poem "Burying the Hachet" echoes some of the negative and exotic energy perpetuated by Katona József Theater's production of Gypsies. The poem like the play also surprises the reader/audience with the intrusion of modern day inventions like the Jumbotron or a hand-held recording device.
BURYING THE HACHET
I wanted the pain to go away,
so I let them stick me. No luck.
I still feel rotten and now my head
deliciously empty for decades is
clogged with thought of dying.
Forget it. I'm doomed, I'm a goner.
I'm riding the rails of deterioration
I know it. Soon I will be boneless
and alone. But I am not alone.
Not yet. In the other room
my mother is wrestling a mongoose.
Between round she sits on a
radio instead of a chair. I can't
quite hear what is playin so
I say, "Turn it up. Turn it up."
A fireman holding an ice pick
adjusts the volume. The Chemical
Brothers appear on the Jumbotron.
Australia secedes from the U.N.
by Bill Yarrow
from Pointed Sentences
Since March 18, 2012, during a 
New American opera fans and aficionados of the upscale Broadway musical gather around. After partaking in a workshop March 21, 2012, the Dresser advises you to make note of a newly commissioned work by composer
The cast selected for this premiere includes top young talent
Even if the Dresser has said this before, she'll say it again:
When asked, Lee said she had already been to some excellent panels. The Dresser knows how discriminating this poet-editor is and took this for a good sign. Additionally, the Beloit Journal is a Spit this Rock (STR) publications partner.
At the press table in the historic Thurgood Marshall Center for Service and Heritage, the Dresser met Lacy MacAuley, who is the
Certainly the panel gave lots of clues like Emily Schwartz Greco's handout "Op-Eds: Writing Tips/Placement Strategies" and Lacy's handout "How Do I Get into the News," which sorts out what is newsworthy and how to write a proper to-the-point news release. However what the panel also did was open the Dresser's eyes as to how Sarah Browning, who is an associate fellow at IPS, operates. And, yes, IPS, has a strong personnel presence at STR though is not listed as a sponsor. On the STR website, it states, "Split This Rock collaborates with the Institute for Policy Studies on an occasional basis to bring poets and social justice advocates together in the 'think tank.'" The Dresser thinks it is very important to have access to a liberal think tank if one is to achieve a new level of active poetry, poetry that can change the world.

The panel included 

Master of Ceremonies Sarah Browning also introduced the young poet winner Lauryn Nesbitt and her "Poetic Hyst." Lauryn held her own with the outstanding and deeply moving readings/performances of the features. From Kim Roberts came the pineapple poem ("A pineapple is like a blind date:/spiky and armored at first"), which is part of the Beloit Poetry Journal special edition for Split This Rock. From Douglas Kearney came the singing and acting explosion of sound about such topics as the horrific killing of
The Dresser was made aware of the importance of the BPJ's role in the Festival the night before when 
In the discussion with the audience for this panel came points about cultural literacy (how ordinary people fail to recognize their own acts of racism, misogyny, homophobia), contradiction (Doug says he likes to deal with contradiction with juxtaposition), the intersection of entertainment and violence, authenticity of voice (and what about the gatekeepers, Minnie Bruce asked, who say "That is not poetry"), the ridiculous (take the power of racism that reduces a human being to an object), and the legend of the importance of poetry in the Arab world (Khaled talked about the "poets of the tribe" who kowtow to a dictator).
The Dresser capped day #2 by joining STR Director and poet 






This was an extension of Minnie Bruce's talk the day before during the panel
Based on comments made by JoAnne Growney on 
With this new imperative to find the power of numbers, the Dresser perked up when Kathi Wolfe read from her poem "Blind Ambition,"
In Beauty Is a Verb, the Dresser was pleased to note these lines by Kathi in Helen's voice from "The Sun Is Warm: Nagasaki, 1948,"
For example, "Excavation" by Kenny Fries who was born missing various bones in his legs and feet.
Here's an excerpt from Kara's prose poem "Wanting to Be a Girl." Notice how Kara particularly emphasizes numbers by using their symbols as opposed to spelling them out.
Subject matter included the tragic mishap of the young American woman Rachel Corrie crushed by a bulldozer in the Gaza Strip who became a Palestinian martyr, a suicide bomber in Jerusalem, a Palestinian father (Naomi Shihab Nye's father) on dialysis writing on separate slips of paper his dream to plant olive and fig trees on his former land.
After this program, "Utopia, another name for a smiling prison," a line from Alicia Ostriker stuck in the Dresser's memory as she continued to ponder the situation between the Israelis and the Palestinians. Dare the Dresser say there were no Israeli voices present in this reading? Certainly the challenge for future Split This Rock Festivals is to embrace the stories of all sides of social justice issues.