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Antigone in New York
Three homeless people living in Tompkins Square Park in Manhattan
decides to steal the dead body of their friend from Potter’s Field
and rebury it in the park.
“Homelessness, Glowacki seems to be saying, is more than just the
lack of a roof. It’s a condition of the soul.”
-Clive Barnes, The New York Post
“Mr. Eisenberg turns Flea into a kind of revealing sybil and one
begins to see that Mr. Glowacki’s transformation of a Greek
tragedy may be more than an act of blind hubris.”
-D.J.R Bruckner, The N.Y Times, Apr. 24, 1996
 “As
comic as it is devastating, Anita’s conviction, like so much of
Janusz Glowacki’s dark, giddy play, derives its power from the
sinister fusion of impossibility with truth. An absurdist Tompkins
Square takeoff on Sophocles’s monumental tragedy, Antigone tracks
the soulful shenanigans of three homeless émigrés and one very funny
corpse.”
-Sam Whitehead, Time Out New York
“None is funnier or a shrewder observer of his adopted homeland
than Janusz Glowacki, a Pole whose 1987 ‘Hunting
Cockroaches’ poignantly and hilariously evoked the dilemma of the
émigré artist- unable to interest audiences in stories about life back
home and unable to trust his insights about the strange new world he
inhabits now.
Glowacki proves just as witty, and far more acerbic, in ‘Antigone
in New York,’ a new play about two immigrants for whom the
promised land has failed.”
-Wlliam A. Henry III, Time Magazine
“The love-hate nature of the characters’ relationship is one
of the most powerful aspects of the play. As the end of the second and
final act approaches, the comedy is replaced by a tragedy.”
-Shaheena Ahmad, The Daily News
“To be sure there’s a surprising amount of humor in the
antics of the three homeless people who dwell in a New York City park,
but their plight is ultimately-inevitably-tragic.
-Amy Reiter, Back Stage
“As I write these words, a tiny ant is running back and forth
across my typewriter, unable to figure out how it got there. It’s
lost its way. So have the tiny Flea from Warsaw, and Sasha, who once was
somebody, but it no longer matters who, because now his hands shake
badly. They are waiting; for a certain Yola who is supposed to be
coming, or for a visa. And what keeps them going is their endless
pondering over and mocking at their own Godots.”
-Jan Kott, Dialog
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