THE MUTE DREAM (Gonge Khab Dideh) Writer, director and set designer, Attila Pessyani; dramaturge, Mohammad Charmshir.
That, at least, is the impression one carries away from the Clark Studio Theater after seeing "The Mute Dream," a meandering, sometimes affecting work from Iran's Theater Bazi getting its American premiere through Sunday as part of the Lincoln Center Festival.
"GONGE KHAB DIDEH" ("THE MUTE DREAM"), a United States premiere, written and directed by Attila Pessyani, Clark Studio Theater, the Rose Building, 8 p.m. Also Thursday at 8 p.m. "TA'ZIYEH OF IMAM HUSSEIN," a United States premiere, directed by Mohammad Ghaffari.
Drinking, medications, fevers and other ailments can either mute dreams or make them more fanciful.
Thus "Bird Bath" which deals with grief, shows the side of the bereaved that is hopeful ("Mute eyes dreaming a sense / of heaven, of what is next".) and, at the same time, the side that is bereft ("But / everywhere the bald world and cold").
(Anderson) M83 (Wednesday) The French electro-pop act's sixth studio release, "Hurry Up, We're Dreaming" (Mute), is a somnolent experience — a double album that explores the dreams of a brother and a sister, one sibling per disc, in boundless paths of innocent euphoria and autumnal poignancy.
That's just one reason to be impressed and moved by "Hurry Up, We're Dreaming" (Mute), the sixth album by M83, the recording alias of the French electronic musician Anthony Gonzalez.
"You have rules in your country, and we have rules in our country," says Atila Pessyani, the veteran director whose poetic, dissident drama The Mute Who Was Dreamed played in Edinburgh in 2002.
(Anderson) ★ M83 (Tuesday) The sixth studio record by this French electro-pop act is a gorgeous, literally somnolent experience — a double album ("Hurry Up, We're Dreaming," on Mute) that explores the dreams of a brother and sister, one sibling per disc, in boundless paths of innocent euphoria and autumnal poignancy.
Grandparents who thought they'd never live to see this will have to wipe tears quick; mothers and fathers who thought such a moment was mere figment of pipe dreams will have to mute the jubilation.
I knew that once he died, I would dream of him and miss his mute, loving smiles.
