LETTER TO MY FATHER by Franz Kafka

translated by Hannah Stokes and Richard Stokes

developed by James Rutherford and Michael Guagno

performed by Michael Guagno, directed by James Rutherford

Scenery & Lighting  Oona Curley & Stacey DeRosier  Video Design Lacey Erb  Technology & Broadcasting Casey Robinson 

Original Music Dave Harrington  Costumes Pinwheel Pinwheel  Technical Direction Rudi Utter

Sound Consultant Michael Costagliola  Production Manager Isaac VanCuren Associate Director Marty Keiser

 Press Representative David Gibbs/DARR Publicity  Social Media Manager Darius Ovalles

The performance was rehearsed using LiveLab, a browser-based media router for collaborative performance developed by CultureHub

In 1919, an ailing Franz Kafka wrote a letter to his father. In it he put his anger, his fear, his guilt, his loneliness, his ingratitude, his debt, his despair, his joy, his pride, his confusion, his laughter, his hate, his memory, his shame, his tears, his disgust at everything his father represented and his profound hope that he might one day measure up to such a remarkable man. The letter never reached its destination. Now, live from quarantine, you are invited to a curious event — part YouTube meltdown, part hidden-camera show, part seance — as we attempt to deliver it at last.
 

LETTER TO MY FATHER is a browser-based experience performed in a zone monitored by multiple cameras, each of which broadcasts live over the internet.

The audience watches via a multiplex interface, allowing each viewer to take their own perspective on the event.

EXTENDED !!! FINAL PERFORMANCES THIS WEEK !!!

Sunday March 28 @ 3pm • Thursday April 1 @ 7pm • Friday April 2 @ 7pm

Eastern Daylight Time

We believe that theater requires a commitment of energy from its audience. This piece asks for active engagement, uninterrupted time, and audio/visual isolation. This is not a stream to have playing in the background as you scroll through the news. We are attempting to reclaim some of the immediacy of live performance: that feeling of sitting in a dark room as something unusual and unique happens to you and you alone.

 

This is a distressing piece about alienation, isolation, and despair. This show is perhaps not for those who — quite understandably — are looking to art for reprieve from these exhausting days and months. Kafka sat at the lip of a terrifying future and wrote about his mounting horror at the world around him. We believe that engaging with his struggle can be a source of strength in the swirling chaos of these times.