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🌀 12: Not of End Times, But of Better Times
A bee landed on my balcony and I didn’t know what to do next.
Ryan Hamilton
I’m a queer/fat theatre-maker, producer, and reviewer who tells stories about place, otherness, and utopia.
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🌀 11: One Big, Congealed, Frankensteinian Monster
Winter is coming and I’ve never felt more alive, or, another dozen reasons to love Comedy Festival
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🌀 10: What To Abandon and When To Abandon It
Fourteen comedy festival reviews, reflections on queer ancestors, climate art, and the cruelty of AI, plus more investigations into using chatbots for theatre.
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🌀 09: Engulfed by a Rising Tide
or, My Ideal Death and the Eight Different Immersive Performances I Wish I Could Participate In
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🌀 08: Hopelessness, Helplessness, and the Ibises
On pessimism, endangered Ibises, turning your Instagram DMs into a performance venue, and why maybe we all just need to stop scrolling
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🌀 07: Roll the Dice
Boring theatre about fire drills, exciting board games about 17th century queers, and the rise of digital extremism
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🌀 06: A Repository of History
Reflections on archiving, whiteness, climate change theatre, and techno-mythology
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🌀 05: All We Ever Wanted Was Everything
It’s been a quiet week filled with planning and reading. I’ve been thinking about shows I saw as a teen, new ways to review theatre, disabled ecologies, Judith Butler, and how to build sustainable theatre businesses.
Reviews
🐼 If You Can, Have Everything Be Soft
A dialogic response to ‘Tiny, Fluffy, Sweet’ by Ran Chen, presented by Arts Centre Melbourne as part of Asia TOPA
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🌀 04: A Time for Remembrance and Repetition
A week of rewatching theatre, reflections on queer possibilities in the club, and the beginning of a plan for my year.
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🌀 03: I’d Love It If We Made It
A week of protest, queer art, and my first audition in four years.
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🌀 02: Taking a Punt
The world is burning but at least I got to stand at a confluence of the Birrarung and say ‘Wow, I love this city.’