“Bleached trauma with an outlined stain”
— Jasmine Nyende, Riting 🔗
Sorry Atlantis, Eden's Achin' Organ Seeks Revenge (2017)
In a troubled world not unlike our own, two lizard-men tumble from the sky to an abandoned jetty by the sea. Inhabited only by a sad sack Psyclops, a satanic bird, and a sexy snail, the jetty becomes a raunchy boys’ room, an Edenic dope yard of pleasure and sick until one day…Daddy’s home. Soon hazy memories of war, incest, and parricide fracture the minds of gods and animals and the humans cloaked within them. Smelly, crusty, an full of slime, Sorry, Atlantis: Eden’s Achin’ Organ Seeks Revenge is a comedy about childhood wounds, sexual repression, and the lure of power.
Written and directed by Asher Hartman
Tim Reid, Assistant Director
Featuring:
Michael Bonnabel
Philip Littell
Zut Lorz
Paul Outlaw
Chelsea Rector
Joe Seely
Creative Team:
Chris Candelaria
Nina Caussa
Chu-Hsuan Chang
Bob Dornberger
Paul Fraser
Brian Getnick
Curt LeMieux
Diego Palacios
Robert Poe
Michele Yu
Saskia Wilson-Brown
Yiouli Archontaki
Performances:
Sorry Atlantis: Eden’s Achin’ Organ Seeks Revenge was presented at Machine Project in Los Angeles from September 21 – November 19, 2017
Creatives:
Ian Byers-Gamber, Chris Candelaria, Nina Caussa, Michele Yu, Chu-Hsuan Chang, Brian Getnick, Asher Hartman, Tim Reid, Curt LeMieux, Diego Palacios, Robert Poe, Bob Dornberger
“The festering wound of incontinency, being bad over and over and over and over and over and over again spiraling in imprints of wrongs against God”
— Jasmine Nyende, Riting 🔗
“a critically generative practice” that “relies on the notion that reality can only be reverse engineered”
— Rossen Ventzislavov, X—TRA 🔗
“a paragon of dramatic inclusivity”
— Rossen Ventzislavov, X—TRA 🔗
“the familiar is not a destination here; it is the point of departure toward an unregulated space of common interest”
— Rossen Ventzislavov, X—TRA 🔗
“Through the laughter and Whack-A-Mole madness, there was an incredible sadness to the play as Hartman evoked the shadow of AIDS, and our miserable fallen men.”
— Hedi El Khoti, Frieze 🔗
HARRY WHO TOMATO FACE
I remember when we was young and drunk, comin’ out of the bar, laughing.
There he was an old man at forty-two, marked with disease and you gasped.
Look at you now, warping your mouth the same way.
POSEIDON
Ah, guilt. Doesn’t work. I’m pleased.
I don’t have the guts to go into old age.
Look at you. You’re so lucky. You’re all ready ruined.
HARRY WHO TOMATO FACE
You thought, “I’m a most remarkable piece of flotsam and jetsam.”
You turned out to be just about that.
The wind blows, a few twigs flutter. The sun, a light gleams on one of the ponds fronds
POSEIDON
The beauty of sick
One strives for titanic impermeability
Christ, sword in hand, admits no front entry,
Vigilant, he guards his privates!
And receives his blossoms at the back door
Puckered roses, skin dances,
Something smeared across tomorrow never comes
Oh, it comes all right. It comes.
I’m glass. I’m mirror. I’m rain.
I’m a god, fellas, and I’ll be back again.
HARRY WHO TOMATO FACE
Silence all filled up by squeals of pleasure, they rowed on.
→ Chelsea Rector, Joe Seely, Michael Bonnabel, Paul Outlaw, Zut Lors
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