In fall 2020, the last thing we all needed was another Zoom call. Then, the Laboratory for Global Performance & Politics put out a call for proposals that was too intriguing to pass up. Students at the Lab launched the inaugural Student Lab Fellows program. They turned an obstacle into an opportunity by gathering students interested in the intersection between arts and politics. As an active participant, I would describe it as having the vibes of an interdisciplinary after school club with the rigor of a professional new play residency. As the program comes to an end, I am reflecting…
by Devika Ranjan
The bird flew away despite the warnings; he had had a cough since morning and his temperature was rising. “You must stay in quarantine!” The others chirped behind him. He ignored them and ruffled his feathers. Patient Zero my ass, he thought. I need to see the world.
Rubbing his sticky feet together, the fly prepared the course of attack. First the sandwich, then the girl. But after the first few bites, he became full and had to take a rest.
The flag fluttered in the breeze at half-mast. “Do you know why?” Ms. DeKelley…
by Devika Ranjan
over the meadows and through the woods
to grandmother’s house
to uncle’s house
to anyone’s house
and then to the school
and then to the berm
where we wait to cross and wait to cross and
hot cross buns
one a penny two a penny
we could not buy anything.
but the heat was unbearable
and the crowds were so dense
and we could not find any food,
could not even fetch a pail of water
and then we tried again.
but everywhere that Mary went
the war was sure to go.
By Caitlin Nasema Cassidy
For the last three months, I’ve been carrying around a reusable straw in my purse. It’s a happy neon-green, which almost allows me to forget the grim reason I’ve come to tote it around. I’ve started to say things like: Did you know that millions of tons of plastic enter the ocean each year — that’s the equivalent of emptying a garbage truck filled with plastic into the oceans every minute?At …
A writing prompt that uses works of art to inspire new narratives.
Write a short story or scene inspired by the images below. Write a new story for each image, or try to make one story that incorporates inspiration from all of the images.
A prompt that asks writers to construct, deconstruct, and reconstruct.
Pick a story that you know and love. It could be from your own life, a family story, a true piece of history, or a work of fiction.
A writing prompt that asks you to think and rethink your everyday surroundings.
Pick something that stands out to you—something that might go unnoticed on a day-to-day basis (something odd on your commute, for example).
Share your creation with The Lab, email GlobalLab@Georgetown.edu. We’ll try to guess what you are describing!
The Laboratory for Global Performance and Politics (The Lab) harnesses the…
Inspired by the Surrealists’ pastime le cadavre exquis, this writing game can unlock a willingness to improvise in the unknown.
The basic idea: a group of people write a collective story, but each author contributes without knowing what the others have written.
How to play:
When this game is played in person, each author writes a sentence (or a few sentences) on a piece of paper, then folds the paper so that all or some part of what they wrote is obscurred. The next author then contributes to the story using only the part of the sentence that is visible…
Por Manuel Francisco Viveros
Es sabido que la tecnología ha sido una herramienta trascendental para el desarrollo de la humanidad. Es imposible hablar del mejoramiento de la calidad de vida a lo largo de la historia sin aceptar que el uso de las tecnologías, de acuerdo a cada tiempo, han sido relevante para la optimización de recursos y tiempo.
Para citar algunos ejemplos, la radio hizo posible la comunicación a distancia, primero en clave morse y después ha ido evolucionando hasta llegar a estándares de calidad en sonido como la conocemos ahora. Gracias a este invento, muchas personas en mi…
A response to Nawar Bulbul’s reimagining of Romeo and Juliet, performed simultaneously in Homs and Amman, with the star cross’d lovers connecting via Skype. Article By Lab Fellow Reem Alsayyah.
I was in Jordan when I saw this unforgettable play. When we first arrived, it seemed just like a normal building, three, maybe four floors tall. As we started up the stairs, it wasn’t hard to recognize the building was actually a small hospital, filled with chatter from people of all ages, but mostly young people and children with bandages on their heads and splints on their wrists and feet…