via Adam's blog:
I’m not interested in imagination for imagination’s sake—I’m interested
in the way it relates to our most visceral needs and desires.
Imagination with blood, sweat, tears, heart, humor, and teeth. Not the
whimsical variety. The Hamlet variety. The Fefu and Her Friends, Buried
Child, Glass Menagerie variety.
Quite frankly, imagination of
this kind is at a premium in the American theater. Works of powerful
imaginative and visceral force are often dismissed in favor of the
comfortable and familiar—works of modest creativity, ambition, and
temperament.
