Adam R. Burnett

Adam R. Burnett is a migratory writer mostly based in NYC. For more information visit adamrburnett.com.

Upon first witnessing this work in 2012 I was immediately disoriented by the specificity of the world. As if walking in on the middle of the narrative, I kept asking myself, “Am I missing something?” Not that I didn’t feel cared for, but that, by design, it didn’t matter which part of the story I entered—the audience is a welcome addition at any point in the ever-expanding world of the OZET.
Life on the OZET. Photo: Margaret Miller.
Within days of the On Your Marx Festival’s press release going public, the internet was abuzz and The Skirball Center’s twitter account had garnered multiple responses from individuals coloring the institution, housed at NYU, as a propagator of brainwashing communism into the student body.
But this is 2018, and this is where we are, this is what happens.
And on the 200th anniversary of Karl Marx birthday (on May 5th, actually) we might bemuse the thought, “What would Marx think about all this?”
Ivo Dimchev's P Project. Photo by Paul McGee.
Downtown theater has experienced a diaspora in the past decade, sending companies and venues further out in the boroughs, to neighborhoods that once would have never been considered as viable.
In July of 2011 I attended a production called HOME/SICK at the old Collapsable Hole in Williamsburg. It was sweltering hot, the humidity was unbearable, and in the hallucinogenic haze of heat, I was enraptured by the lucid storytelling and clean, but dangerous, theatricality of The Assembly. I was hooked and have continued to follow their work over the years.
Performers in The Assembly's SEAGULLMACHINE (left to right):  Layla Khosh, Ben Beckley, Rolls Andre, Elena McGhee, Christopher Hurt, Edward Bauer. Photo: Marina McClure.
Over the past decade I’ve spent an increasing amount of time in New Mexico, particularly Albuquerque, where indigenous culture is woven intrinsically into the city which is within a two-hour drive, or less, to seventeen pueblos.
Don't Feed the Indians, performers: (standing, left to right): Danielle Soames (Mohawk/Kahnawake Nations), Kevin Tarrant (Hopi/Ho-Chunk Nations), Henu Josephine Tarrant (Hopi/Ho-Chunk/Kuna/Rappahannock Nations). (sitting, left to right): Nicholson Billey (Delaware/Choctaw Nations), Murielle Borst-Tarrant (Kuna/Rappahannock Nations), John Scott-Richardson (Haliwa-Saponi Tribe) (Photo: Theo Cotes)
January in New York is Mardi Gras for contemporary performing arts. For three weeks we battle the viruses we caught over the holidays and face the harsh winter cold to take in as much performance as our wallets can handle.
Leslie Cuyjet's dance work (presented at Center for Performance Research), part of The Exponential Festival.
Every rehearsal room is a reflection, a reflection of values: who is present and whose voice is heard. The construction of the rehearsal room is the delicate and often alchemic work of the director; walking into the room an ethos is immediately shared by the one who leads, and this is a powerful politic.
(Left to right) Sam West, Mariah Freda, Roy Joshy, and Jean Goto in the 2016 Dixon Place workshop of No Man's Land. Photo: Victoria Medina Photography.

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