Due to a positive COVID case within the cast, STC has decided to cancel performances of Red Velvet through July 3. Performances will resume as scheduled from July 5 through July 17. We apologize for this inconvenience. We truly appreciate your understanding as we aim to take care of the health and well-being of our hardworking company.
At this time, any ticket buyers for a canceled performance have had their money put on account. They can reschedule by calling the Box Office at 202.547.1122 to choose a new date.
Thank you for your understanding, flexibility, and continued support of STC. See you at the theatre!
Poets are Present is a poetry residency in conjunction with David Ives’s adaptation of The Metromaniacs. As part of this unique theatre/poetry exchange, the Shakespeare Theatre Company is proud to host more than 30 D.C.-area poets in the theatre’s lobby. Throughout the run, we will share with you the poems that this residency inspired our guests to write. Visit our Poets are Present page to see a list of upcoming poets.
Michael H. Levin is a lawyer, solar energy developer and writer based in Washington DC and Menemsha MA. He has published widely in Adirondack Review, MIdStream, District Lines and other periodicals and has received poetry awards from Writers Digest, American Independent Writers, and Poetica. His debut collection Watered Colors (Poetica Publishing, 2014) was named one of the “best books for May 2014” by Washington Independent Review of Books.
(The Metromaniacs, Shakespeare Theatre, February 2015)
you’re acting strange.
These lovebirds’ Act One phase
with fancy turns of phrase
and brain-dead rhymes seems artifice;
then goes where misdirection
forms a masked ball’s timed
They switch their roles
en pointe but degagé,
inhabitants of trumped-up rooms
and flashy peau de soie costumes.
Yet silliness on stage finds
echoes in your space —
a comic sympathy
for scribblers who fail to see,
whose sight is blurred
by diction and cliché.
Cartoons they are; but what we all
may be – dim seekers
in an antic wood, whose love
when puckered masks are dropped
might be for art; might be
a player’s made-up part.
Michael H. Levin