The Underground Play

Camila: You mentioned how the social clubs would put on plays and dramatic readings. Do you remember some of the works that they did?

“Yes?” He turned to look at her, although he didn’t look directly at her, more at the creature she was holding.

Clifford Geertz in “Deep Play” gives us a detailed account of the Balinese cockfight which he defines as a sociological entity and a simulation of social matrix. Persistently ignored by the natives, anthropologist and his wife were only accepted into the community after demonstrating solidarity by fleeing from the cockfight like other villagers. Through his interaction with the Balinese and observation, Geertz attempts to disentangle the meaning and nature of cockfight which appears to play a significant role in Balinese society. At first, he analyzes the cockfight from general and universal perspective, assuming that cocks are “magnifications of the narcissistic male ego”, but then considers the particularities of the Balinese culture: Its

“Ok that makes sense but don’t you get bored being by yourself all the time?”

“How can I forget when all you do is talk about it? Why do you care? I’m the one who had to worry about getting caught. What if someone recognized me?”

“Stop complaining, I have to run up this for Cross Country in two hours.” Connor said, with a very aggravated tone like he was about to rip my head off.

"Oh?" I responded after a drawn out silence hoping that he mistook my blatant staring for something else. The smirk he sent my way however said he knew exactly what I was

He led to a rock where you both sat down. "Hey Finnick, who are they?" You asked as you looked at them.

Then there were a lot of obstacles. They kept getting in my way. A stone fence was in my way and when I tried to go around, I fell. When I was close to the end, I fell. I made back to where I was.

"This is as far as I want to go. Time to head back." He said.

He stopped then I got out and continue one a road that lead to my house

I rolled my eyes and giggled. “This is gonna be quite the adventure then, huh?” I asked cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Uh...can I talk to you?" A voice you didn't expect to hear made itself present.

The Doctor in Spite of Himself is a play that I had previously studied in France like many of Molière’s plays. I thought that it was ironic for me to go see the play for the first time in theatre in the United States. I was really looking forward to hear how the actors would pronounce the characters’ French names, which are rather exotic even for me. I think that because I had previously studied Molière’s work in class, I was expecting this play to be performed in a much more traditional style. I was a little disconcerted at first when seeing the actors performing a more modern version than what I had in mind. I ended up liking what Arne Zaslove has done with the play. In my opinion, modernizing it a

As I walked I let my eyes close and my feet feel the groove in the gravel. My mind, still