Welcome to the show, dream dreamers:
Macbeth. Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,'—the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,— Lady Macbeth. What do you mean? Macbeth. Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'
Sleep No More, a now legendary, large-scale immersive theater experience in NYC, allows you to wander a dark, dreamy state while awake. It is a place you may want to return to again and again, giving you the delicious thrill of being transported to another time and atmosphere, where you are free to roam anonymously behind a mask, linger, and observe at your whim, without anyone else telling you where to look, where to go, or when. You are guided by what interests you. If you go with others, tell them beforehand you will be parting ways for the evening and following your own curiosity. It will be exciting when you run into each other by chance in the labyrinth, and then float away from one another again to continue your explorations.
It is thrilling to be a masked spirit floating anonymously through the various intricately decorated rooms and floors of the hotel. The haunting soundtrack includes old timey tunes from The Ink Spots and Al Bowlly to music from classic films like Rebecca. Take in the spooky vibes, walk into the candy shop alone, slink around a melancholy parlor, or brood in the cemetery and let foreboding sounds and suspense whirl around you. Alternate between following the compelling Macbeth-inspired characters and simply standing still, luxuriating in the dark, decaying, glamorous atmosphere. Take a moment to pull open a drawer — perhaps you'll find a scrawled message, a note that is tinged with romantic urgency and mystery. Have you ever thought about what clues, mementoes or secret scraps of paper you leave behind in your dreams? And what happens when you stumble upon them, once again?
This poem is inspired by the eerie, romantic atmosphere of Sleep No More and the pull the experience can have to bring you back to return to the dream. You've Come Back to The Place We Savored Long Ago. You Swore We Had To Part But I Never Left. Hoping The Echoes Would Bring You Back To Me. The Love We Shared Was True. Though I had Everybody Fooled, Thinking I was Back on The Scene. I've Stayed Here All This Time. Knowing It Haunts Your Dreams, as It Does Mine. Knowing One Day You'd Meet Me Here Again.
Watch Kogonada’s video essay “What is Neorealism?”
View “The Masked Ball” painting by Charles Hermans.
Read “Dreams,” a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar.
Listen to the Eat the Storms poetry podcast, produced by Damien Donnelly and featuring poets from all over the world. Be sure to check out episode 14 in season 4 for a poetic journey though a late night NYC night in which a secret door has been found and entered.
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Observe, embrace, and dwell in the reveries and mysteries of your own setting today.
— Lauren Maturo and Jeffrey Yamaguchi