Always the Icarus

Always the Icarus is an experimental play in two acts depicting the road-trip journey of meth-fueled, anti-heroine, Cartla, and her best friend, J.A. –a Juggalo with a heart of gold. Cartla desperately needs to leave the Midwestern nothingness of Interior, South Dakota after having a premonition about the fate of America’s favorite T.V. food guy, Guy Fieri. The lines between memory and vivid hallucination become desperately scrambled for the young, twisted duo as they venture from stop to stop along the lucid route to Anaheim, California. With each passing stop, Cartla is confronted by her inescapable geo-historical and geo-familial coordinates as well as a whole slew of characters who refuse to accept the idea that the coveted “American dream” may be grossly out of reach for the forgotten “trash” of the nation. But who will be the saviors of the broken and the ambassadors of the underdogs? Do the maneuvers of the father undoubtedly scar the psyche of the oblivious, devoted child? Do mythologies leave room for less-tragic margins of error?Through a theatrical narrative form stressing cyclical language and interactions, audiences are urged to question whether the mythic Icarus will always fall from the soaring, sky-heights of heaven into the cold waters below

Always the Icarus

Always the Icarus is an experimental play in two acts depicting the road-trip journey of meth-fueled, anti-heroine, Cartla, and her best friend, J.A. –a Juggalo with a heart of gold. Cartla desperately needs to leave the Midwestern nothingness of Interior, South Dakota after having a premonition about the fate of America’s favorite T.V. food guy, Guy Fieri. The lines between memory and vivid hallucination become desperately scrambled for the young, twisted duo as they venture from stop to stop along the lucid route to Anaheim, California. With each passing stop, Cartla is confronted by her inescapable geo-historical and geo-familial coordinates as well as a whole slew of characters who refuse to accept the idea that the coveted “American dream” may be grossly out of reach for the forgotten “trash” of the nation. But who will be the saviors of the broken and the ambassadors of the underdogs? Do the maneuvers of the father undoubtedly scar the psyche of the oblivious, devoted child? Do mythologies leave room for less-tragic margins of error?Through a theatrical narrative form stressing cyclical language and interactions, audiences are urged to question whether the mythic Icarus will always fall from the soaring, sky-heights of heaven into the cold waters below

Hill, Rev. Reginald-Oral History

Oral History of Rev. Reginald Hill of the Antioch Missionary Baptist Church in Huntington, West Virginiahttps://mds.marshall.edu/african_american_oral/1000/thumbnail.jp

Across the grain

I sell bull sperm. I travelled the crazy international circuits out of Wisconsin where dairying is king and prize bulls give their all for one hay-filled room and three square meals a day. If bulls had brains they\u27d nearly be humans and would reap the benefits of their animal enthusiasms. They could have my job

Oral History Interview: Jan Smith

This interview is one of a series conducted with former employees of the Huntington Owens-Illinois, Inc. glass bottle factory. Much of this interview is concerned with the matter of race relations at the Huntington Owens factory. Mrs. Smith describes her experiences as an Owens employee, and explains how her minority status (being both Black, and a woman) affected her career. She began work at the factory in 1966 and was employed there until the December 1994 shut-down. Mrs. Smith\u27s time at Owens was spent exclusively in the selecting department, and she describes the physical and social conditions in this, the traditionally all-female section of the Owens factory.https://mds.marshall.edu/oral_history/1405/thumbnail.jp