The end of the world, or else the beginning
The sun drools, the vegetation is audacious, and in a basement rehearsal room Chris Goode & Company spend three weeks wrestling the extraordinary modernist texts of Blaise Cendrars on to a stage
The sun drools, the vegetation is audacious, and in a basement rehearsal room Chris Goode & Company spend three weeks wrestling the extraordinary modernist texts of Blaise Cendrars on to a stage