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The chicken has seldom been recognized as a noble creature, neither inspiring great tragic ballets like the swan, nor arousing sublime terror like the panther, nor generating epic American novels like the whale. Instead it is an Everyman of the animals, tasting like everything, unable to carry a tune, whose rubber effigy's presence makes a room sillier than a stuffed bear or a mounted deer's head, and whose name is synonymous with cowardice. Choreographer Rosemary Hannon won't let the chicken be dismissed as merely a 1980s Oktoberfest dance craze. Instead she commemorates the humble chicken and the complexities of its lore, from the true story of a headless fowl named Miracle Mike to the possibility of domestic drama with this perpetual sidekick of birds, in Gallus Gallus Domesticus. Sharing the bill is Minna Harri's Bellies, which promises an immersive experience that combines the visceral with the philosophical.
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