Alexander Borinsky is a Brooklyn-based artist born in Maryland. His productions include Lost Tribe with director Michael Leibenluft, Target Margin Yiddish Lab, Abrons Arts Center, NY (2014); Going Out and Coming Back, directed by Colleen Sullivan, EST/Young Blood Festival, The Ensemble Studio Theater, NY (2012); and The Polish Egg Man, directed by Wieslaw Gorski, Upstream Theater, St. Louis, MO (2008).

Borinsky has previously completed a summer residency at Page 73, New Haven, CT (2014) and received the Global Connections—On the Road grant from the Theatre Communications Group/ Masrah Ensemble, Beirut (2014). He received his B.A. from Yale College and will receive his M.F.A. from Brooklyn College.

 

 

 

Image credit: courtesy of the writer

 

Excerpt from LOST TRIBE, developed with dir. Michael Leibenluft, music by Joe White

 

Hardy. That reminds me
This whole idea of what we think we want
And the vastness of the universe, and
This is from when I was doing that surgery on you, Kim
I was looking down at you
And we’d opened your torso for the

And

And I put my hands down into your
Like I think my right hand was wrapped around the underside of your stomach
And I had the fingers of my left hand sort of twined around your small intestine
It was very warm inside your torso

And for a second I just forgot
Just spaced out

 

You know there’s this idea that God is like a water pitcher
And the water pitcher got smashed
And all these shards of light scattered out into the universe
And were scattered throughout the darkness

And that our responsibility as the children of God is to gather all the little shards of light
To go out into the darkness and retrieve the little shards of light

That’s what we
No matter who or what we are
That’s our job

And it was like, with my hands inside of you, I was really reaching out into the darkness
Feeling for little shards of light

 

 

And then I sort of shook myself out of it
And I wasn’t feeling so great
So I had the nurses sew you up

 

 

Daniel. That’s such a funny image. That God is a water pitcher.

And when God broke it’s like Ope, there’s water all over the floor and you’re maybe not thinking about the water pitcher right then

Emma. I want us to have a water pitcher. Is there a water pitcher here we can put out?

Pontrelli. No.

Emma. I guess there’s not really a reason to have a water pitcher anymore these days.

 

Kim. So but did you not cure me?

Hardy. I… don’t know.

How have you felt since then?

Kim. Fine. I guess.

Hardy. Well then.

He holds up his hands. Weak smile.

Magic fingers.

Kim. It feels weird to hear you tell that story.

There’s this huge scar…

 

She lifts up her shirt and looks at the scar across her stomach. Everyone looks at the scar.

 

I have this huge scar and you didn’t do anything?

 

Daniel. Bodies are weird. One day I’m going to choreograph a dance for

Emma. Are you Jewish?

Kim. I am. Are you?

Emma. I am.

How about you?

Daniel. I am.

Emma. Paul?

Pontrelli. Yes.

Emma. Paul?

Hardy. Yep.

Kim. So I guess we’re all Jewish.

Emma. We are. We have that in common.

I don’t think I automatically felt comfortable with any of you, though.