Voice: Angela Janda; Strings: Ross Hamlin; Drums: Al Faaet; Misc. Percussion: Jack Kolkmeyer.
“The poems of Angela Janda’s Small Rooms With Gods, provoked by an adaptation of Jean Anouilh’s Antigone, take the ancient Greek story into new territory, beyond the direct clash of state authority and social duty, and into the subtler terrain of ambiguous relationships and emotional compromises. Janda escorts us through the various characters’ motives, actions, and reflection—beginning with a spare announcement of the death of Oedipus, through an investigation, to social and familial upheaval. From report to work-in-progress, to scripted drama, to full production, to what an audience takes away, and what an actor re-embodies—it culminates in a retrospective interpolation of Antigone’s growth—as character, as archetype, as focus of a society’s moral understanding. These poems powerfully synthesize tense drama and deep examination of the struggle for ethical maturity, in a brilliant range of voices.”
-John C. Rezmerski, Poet
Gustavus Adolphus College Professor Emeritus of English
“In Small Rooms with Gods, Angela Janda makes us stand on the bloody ground of Thebes, and demonstrates once again that come what may ‘there will always be some who will have to die.’ They are all here, Antigone, Creon, Ismene, Eurydice, Haemon, Teiresias, and even Oedipus, and we see them all from a new perspective and from a new light with profound effect. When reading these poems, there were moments when I too lost my hold on the world and rushed on to assure myself that it wasn’t the last one I had. This is a wonderful collection.”
-Douglas Huff, Playwright
Author of Ophelia and Emil’s Enemies
My first book of poetry, Small Rooms with Gods, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Please fill out the form below to receive email updates!
In April 2011, I performed in a Theaterwork production staged in the abandoned Tino Griego Municipal Pool off Llano St in Santa Fe. The play was Antigone by Jean Anouilh. Before and during and after my time in the pool, I wrote a book of poems, partly in Albuquerque, partly in Santa Fe, and partly in a little cabin in Moriarty, NM. That little book went out into the world and found a publisher.