I’d Rather Goya Robbed Me of My Sleep than Some Other Son of a Bitch

A wild tale of Goya and piglets on the loose

Boom Arts' "I'd Rather Goya Robbed Me …" delivers its absurdity and Vienna sausages straight outta the can

How messed up do you have to be to mistake your sons for piglets, or piglets for your sons? Boom Arts grapples with this question and throws a backhanded compliment at a Spanish romantic painter in Rodrigo García’s I’d Rather Goya Robbed Me of My Sleep than Some Other Son of a Bitch, which continues through Feb. 7 at Disjecta.

Goya was the last of the old masters, and we get the impression that the play’s sole (human) character sees himself the same way. In a drunken rant, he bemoans what idiots everyone else has become, with the exception of himself and his hero Goya. Sweeping his hand to swat at the world in general, he declares modern humans easily distracted, entertained…and perhaps outsmarted? Thinking out loud, he hatches a plan to thwart an institution and get closer to his Godot…I mean God…I mean Goya.

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