Mad Hatter's Tea Party with Abby Olivera Jess Traynor, Peter Broderick & Margaret O'Connor
Join ringmaster Stephen Murray for an afternoon of spoken word and song with performance from Abby Olivera, Jess Traynor, Elaine Feeney & Abby Oliveira. There is no hatter at the Mad Hatters Tea Party, there are no cups, nor saucers, nor tea, there is only the madness. The space between the words that swallows you whole then chews you up and spits you out, leaving you begging for more, heart-in-mouth, rose-in-teeth, cup-in-hand, but no tea. THERE IS NO TEA. No milk, two sugars, silver spoons or wooden ones, no grandmother’s finest, little pinkies protruding from porcelain cup handles just words, spellbound, airborne, exploding in the dark, ricocheting off boundary walls like gunfire in parliament. There is no cake, no biscuits, no easy single and ham sandwiches. There are only words. Words that are wired to the stars and faceless smiles that float in the air. Words that flower in shit and hurtle through space, forwards not backwards, upwards not forwards, twirling, always twirling. And there is no choice between red pill or blue. There is only the red pill AND the blue, the cup of life and the fruit of knowledge- double dropped, slam dunked, knocked back and washed down with whatever your poison happens to be and yes, to be perfectly clear, there IS NO TEA at the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party, there is only the rabbit hole and the the madness therein, with which we stuff our faces at this, the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party, where we gather our shadows to feast on the flesh of our most beautiful, naked and most terrifying thoughts.