Skriker

Skriker. Spike her. Strike her funny or sad or frightful. Insightful of beans. Beings. Human beings. Seeings. Fleeings. Flings and things. No kings or queens or jacks or aces. Faces. Places. In tech. Don't spec. Expect. Expectorate. Ration. Passion. Expression of things unseen.

If you have not seen Skriker at the Warehouse Theater, Caryl Churchill's play, you will have no idea what I just said. If you have, you will have no idea what I said. That's the play.

Fairies, demons, goblins, visions, angels, devils, gnomes, knolls, trolls. Name them if you can.

They used to be important and influential. Now they just hang around bumping into each other trying to figure out how they fit into the scheme of things. How they can still have an impact. And an impact they can have, but they can't seem to control the results. Brownian motion of unwordly beings.

Or, no. They don't exist at all. Two sisters see them, at different times, at the same time, differently, similarly. Mental illness? Genetic defect? DNA, say?

Not certain. Striker. Spike her. Striker funny or said or frightful. Insightful of beans..........

Congratulations, Hannah