Dionysia

Where history fails, myth grows ragged as weeds. Here are two pieces of not-quite history: the death of Alexander the Great and Odysseus’ adventures during the Trojan war. Two men for whom the truth is as fluid as water, and they are trapped inside the stories told about them. Here, they are placed in the limelight again, where Alexander is “odd-eyed like David Bowie, maybe / he’s Napoleon or Meryl Streep, any bourgeois thing” and Odysseus is busy having his Tarot read at a drunken party. These experimental, shifting sequences explore grief and fate with a wink towards the audience, poised at the threshold between tall tales, truth and imagination. After all, ‘all stories are wet clay, all of us are bodies snapping to attention at the sound of our names.’

‘In which Alexander is shown to be less than great, and Odysseus not to be trusted with the tarot cards. Kym Deyn’s playful playets give these age-old myths enough topspin to make them thrum with a witty, inventive energy.’ Rishi Dastidar