If a thing is worth doing, goes the saying, it is worth doing well, and this is as true of theatre blogs like this one as it is of everything else. It is increasingly difficult for me to do it, either well or otherwise, so with this post I take my leave of Superfluities Redux.
I need not go into the reasons at length, for it’s unlikely that any one or two of them would be sufficient. Let it be said that the words I’ve written here over the past ten years will continue to speak for themselves, if there is anyone there to hear them. Theatre, drama, and criticism, all of which I’ve written about at some length, will get along fine without me, as they always have, and I must also say that I never had any messianic visions that anything I did here would fix what’s wrong with any of them — if, indeed, anything is wrong at all; it’s more likely that all three are evolving, and evolution carries with it no inherent moral qualities. It simply is. Theatre is dependent upon community — a community of like souls; and I can scarcely complain, after all I’ve written here, about having no community myself, especially among theatremakers and critics here in New York. It is true that I have none, though, and that also means that I am guilty of indulging in the sin of solipsism — a bad example to my daughters and anyone else.
That community of course provides the cross-pollenization necessary to engage meaningfully with any art — continuing dialogue, continuing participation within the community: time spent within the monster, and I am well outside it (and perhaps I should be thankful). Even the smallest, seemingly the most inconsequential of contacts among those souls keeps the fire burning, but for me these have become increasingly rare. The key to this perhaps is time, and I have none. Like everyone else, I am pulled in many directions at once, and something has to give. For me, it is Superfluities Redux. Lacking time, lacking community, it would benefit no one, especially myself, to do an ass-backwards job of it in the margins of my working days.
It only remains to thank my readers for their time and attention over the past decade; some have claimed that what I’ve written here has made some small difference to them, and for that I’m grateful. I must also acknowledge the kindness and generosity of those artists and writers who have made my own meanderings in this field worthwhile; for them I retain the highest admiration, and I must thank them, too, for changing my own life and perspective enough to make the preceding ten years of my writing here worth doing. Superfluities Redux has sometimes given me the opportunity to meet some of them, and I cherish those moments and friendships. Those I shall always have with me.