Settlements of dust fall on the expanse of a passing afternoon. On a day like today, where there is no sun, the day is only passing. Given the debris on the windowsill, it's likely that a new genre of days are on the way. By which, I don't mean spring, but new days altogether. Some new, unfounded name, and in essence, unnameable altogether. Nothing is here for the purpose of use. Utility is a sign of the times. Efficacy, stupidity. A pink shirt draped on the horizon as if to gesture toward a sunset. A gesture is all it can ever amount to. A gesture toward allegory, a gesture toward rhythm, a gesture toward the artfulness of our age in general. The punch has been beaten back with a stick. In effect, the punch fails to exist, and therefore, there is no race toward it. A divine mystery, unfolding in a Shell gas station. The man at the counter is the only one saying things he believes. The canicular days are upon us.
A dance in three movements, a tragedy in three acts, a presentation in crisis, Scoring the End examines the complex, nebulous, tragic, and romantic terrain of our contemporary theater. Created and performed by Rodney Murray, Scoring the End attempts to generate numerous frictions in our art, culture, and politics, by asking how the 21st-century, post-pandemic body is moving and being moved by the world.
Presented at the Fall 2022 Philadelphia Fringe Festival and Cannonball Festival
Development supported by MOtiVE Brooklyn's For the Artist AIR Program, Summer 2022