The Thaumaturgy Department
Main Entry: thau·ma·turg
Pronunciation: \ˈthȯ-mə-ˌtərj\
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from New Latin thaumaturgus, from Greek thaumatourgos working miracles, from thaumat-, thauma miracle + ergon work — more at Theater, Work

The official blog of the Dramaturgy Department at Baltimore's CENTERSTAGE. For posts related to our current and upcoming shows, click the links to the right. Alternatively, you could begin at the beginning, and explore our posts in chronological order.
Unhappy Foursome:
Childless baking family, and soon-to-be cowless Jack bidding his friend farewell.
Into the Woods (by CENTERSTAGE_MD)
Where is my grandmother?
There’s nobody here but we two, my darling.
Now a great howling rose up around them, near, very near, as close as the kitchen garden, the howling of a multitude of wolves; she knew the worst wolves are hairy on the inside and she shivered, in spite of the scarlet shawl she pulled more closely round herself as if it could protect her although it was as red as the blood she must spill.
Who has come to sing us carols, she said. Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves. Look out of the window and you’ll see them.
Snow half-caked the lattice and she opened it to look into the garden. It was a white night of moon and snow; the blizzard whirled round the gaunt, grey beasts who squatted on their haunches among the rows of winter cabbage, pointing their sharp snouts to the moon and howling as if their hearts would break. Ten wolves; twenty wolves – so many wolves she could not count them, howling in concert as if demented or deranged. Their eyes reflected the light from the kitchen and shone like a hundred candles.
It is very cold, poor things, she said; no wonder they howl so.
She closed the window on the wolves’ threnody and took off her scarlet shawl, the colour of sacrifices, the colour of her menses, and, since her fear did her no good, she ceased to be afraid.
~Angela Carter, The Company of Wolves
Rehearsal video and interview with Danielle Ferland, who appeared in the original Broadway production of Into the Woods as Little Red—now returning as the Baker’s Wife in Mark Lamos’ co-production between CENTERSTAGE and Westport Country Playhouse.
Milky White stands alone (outside rehearsal for Into the Woods). That is some mighty lean beef there. (Looks like a candidate for leaning beef, too.)
Stephen Sondheim ponders his accomplishments, his way of working, and the form and future of the American musical. An interview by Rob Weinert-Kendt
Recent New York Times piece on what constitutes the difference between an opera and a musical, or what defines either. A fairly assertive take on the matter that might well elicit some cavils or questions.
And, apropos, this tidbit of musical theater (or opera?) trivia, from Theatre Facts.



