In her newest performance, Ásta stages her texts from recent books Forevernoon and its secret spin off, Hyena called yesterday, as a transitional performance that shifts from a poetry reading to a ceremonial concert, from a play to a sound poem. Its transmogrifying nature leaves the viewer both gaping at awe and grasping for air in a turmoil of overflowing information from a Hyena that laughs at you. It is both a teenager at the mall and a mysterious oracle speaking to us in riddles, weaving deep truths with nonsense and delivering it in all formats possible.
Is it a sweet dream, a doomsday fairytale, a collection of poems that carelessly swirl language into abstraction, or a libretto of an unstaged dramatic musical? It is hard to say. The only thing we can say for sure is that “Moonlight is milk for night cats.”
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