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Monday, November 27, 2017

Playwright Ian W. Hill, at the Brick Theater, Brooklyn, 2017

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Playwright Ian W. Hill, at the Brick Theater, Brooklyn,  2017

ReFUSE
created by Gemini CollisionWorks
written, designed, and directed by Ian W. Hill
assisted by Berit Johnson
costumes by Holly Pocket McCaffrey

with John Amir*, Rolls Andre, David Arthur Bachrach*, Olivia Baseman*, Philip Cruise*, Ivanna Cullinan*, Linus Gelber, Amanda LaPergola, Leila Okafor, Alyssa Simon*, Anna Stefanic*, and Zuri Washington*part of Gemini CollisionWorks’ 20th Anniversary Season 

You took your picture of me on the set of my play ReFuse in 2017, so I have a quote from that, or rather two -- I prefer the second of these two, but if it's too long for your layout, the first is fine. Both spoken by the same character, The Engineer-Detective:

1.
THE ENGINEER-DETECTIVE
Once there was a Mother, and once there was a Father. There was something about this that made the units work. Can you do the math? There’s a problem here.
For every problem there’s a solution. 
And I held the solution in the palm of my hand.
My weapon was a tool of destiny, and I could fire individual events of creation with the slightest touch. It was easy, then, justice. And I had cornered the market in my corner market.
So I pulled the trigger, and a new world oozed onto the floor. 

2.
THE ENGINEER-DETECTIVE
Reaching one person is reaching an entire world. A hand pulls, and a step is taken. One more day, one more night. Voices in the air. The change occurs. We are altogether the same and in solitary we find the differences that matter. Just the attempt makes for a happy ending. The attempt is a heroic act. My hands are big enough to hold so many, to pull so many to the next step. I want to be joined in this. Voices in the next room. Has this ever happened? Every day. A reason to be in the room. It’s a job. The ethic is in the action. I’m a romantic. Futility makes strength. Get lost. I’m in it for the long haul. These decades are only a start. Voices from outside, and one could be mine. I’ve finished my homework. Lost. Open hearted and newly washed clean, I move forward. One could be mine. 



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