or, a new play I can’t write called JASON
A new play by Jill Connell; performed in twelve parts, with twelve bodies.
– in development –
The lion is a large cat.
The King is my cousin.
My years spent as a woman.
“What if I had been born an ordinary man?”
The contents of my cell phone.
The semi-conscious state of stillness, of waiting.
The boundary between god and human.
The borderlands between the now and the eternal.
The land barely had borders.
Each labour has a new body.
Is there eroticism between all things?
Is my body an electric field?
We love violence.
My friend Jason.
Euripides: his defeat.
Shooting an arrow at the sun.
How many unseen worlds are there?