I love the lusciously languid, painfully prescient, decadently language-rich world of this play. I find myself fascinated and inspired by the simple theatricality of the amplification and the ways creatives could use it as a basis for staging this fever dream — live sampling, perhaps? I was fully engaged in the act of seeking out the intersection between the foreign and the familiar and placing myself and my loved ones in the labyrinth. The words do so much work so effortlessly. Gorgeous.

With MINOTAUR Caridad Svich reminds me of her status as the great poet-playwright of our time. Full of wry humor (a fever dream as described) and emotionally packed, this play has me reflecting on the space I occupy and the others who this space with me both seen and unseen, recognized and unrecognized. I'm minotaur, you're minotaur, and we're all at the center of a labyrinth. Caridad continues to reveal an uncanny ability to craft narrative that washes over me, leaving me haunted and inspired.