Tony Kushner’s new play, The Intelligent Homosexual’s Guide to Capitalism and Socialism with a Key to the Scriptures, just opened at The Public Theater. To celebrate, we’d like to share an archival recording of the playwright reading at the 92nd Street Y Unterberg Poetry Center.
In this excerpt from 1995, Kushner reads a scene from his play A Bright Room Called Day; a poem against drama critics (“A Song For Playwrights in Self-Defense”); and a scene from Perestroika, the second part of Angels in America.
For access to other recordings from the Poetry Center archive—including a conversation with the creators of Gatz, which ran at The Public last fall—please click here.
Unterberg Poetry Center webcasts and access to our archive are made possible in part by the generous support of the Sidney E. Frank Foundation.
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I just did the “wanna dance” thing you say when you’re in a hallway trying to get past someone coming the other way and you both move in the same direction a few times. Or rather, you say that when you’re 100 years old.
Usually when I’m home on a Friday too tired to socialise or even stand up straight or sit up crooked I instead lean drunk-tired over my keyboard and dribble a few sentences of pseudo-literary prose describing some relatively ordinary particle of my life as if it were more important than it is. I would attempt to convey that my appreciation of, say, bricks is more profound than other people’s appreciation of, said, bricks. As the old reliables chime their “likes” and reblogs I feel forgiven, somehow, for my exhaustion and my sloth. Tonight, though: too tired to manage even that. ‘The trees today were very big and green and lot of leaves were on them. I saw a dog. It was small. The canal was very big and green.’