All those who carry the Plague 

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Rouvan Silogix

Rouvan is a refugee; from a land that is barren, a desert, deserted, bloodthirsty, dirty, corrupt, grimy, sexist, racist, misogynistic, masochistic, Sufi, Jewish, Buddhist, cruel, feminist, camel-run, toe-sharpened, uncleaned-fire, water and the Earth signs, LIFE LOVE LIBERTY and the PURSUIT OF FREEDOM.

Rouvan finds it hard to assimilate in this new, advanced, superior, Puritan, Western-culture & society; Rouvan enjoys civilized society and is grateful to be away from The Barbarians & The Klu Klux Klan. 

Rouvan isn't black, or brown, he's white - LIKE YOU !


First memory: A rock’n’roll guitar emulates the sound of a Vietnam machinegun.

Lessons from college: 1.  À propos of the wet snow. At Hamilton, people often complained about the cold. I came to hate Winter myself; with snow it becomes more difficult to get away with a crime. 2. “What is the relation between the electrically illuminated Ibsenist realism … and absurdist theater?  We can think of electricity in the modern world as a form of retrieval which brings back the dour realism of Ibsen in a comic overexaggeration in a comic life.  It is a demonstrable fact that if you play Ibsen in the theater with reduced lighting values, you secure the intended realistic effect.  But if you turn up the lights to high intensity, it converts into comic archetype.”  I haven’t seen Ibsen’s plays performed, but in Interiors whenever there was too much light thrown over Eve’s face, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. 3. It was Chekhov who said... Read More.




The inner henosis manifests itself and licks the wounds of my body into a corporeal convulsion - Am I deceiving myself Mansur? Is this how you melted, Icarus? What shath shall I say now? - celebrate my decay and decadence.

Amongst the cosmological debry, the atemporal cognizance of my celestial state burns alive - The last cause, the first effect, the stages of meiosis - the stages of gnosis, noesis of the nous -  celebrate my impending annihilation.

"Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity." Reversion, Repulsion, Repugnant. Id, Ego, Ahamkara - mourn my rebirth in whichever realm to come.

I persist until I can no longer exist.


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Kristin Freeland

Resident Stage Manager A.K.A BAUSE