I believe only in the evidence of what stirs in my marrow, not in the evidence of what addresses itself to my reason. – Antonin Artaud Jet of Blood is theatre to feel, to let into your body, to let cut,

Their legends and legacies looming large, playwright Samuel Beckett and composer Dimitri Shostakovich would have both been turning one hundred this year, a milestone marked – the program suggests ‘celebrated’, though that word somehow seems ill-fitting, too bubbly given the artists