Blogger/hiker/artist nko reviews Riding on a Cloud at the songsoutofthecity blog:

Thomas May at Memeteria on Rabih Mroué's Riding on a Cloud:

...anyone interested in the issues that theater is so ideally suited to explore should see this unclassifiable performance. Anyone interested in the paradoxical truce between fiction and reality that underlies the very impulse to make art.

If, one day, the people wills to live
Then fate must obey
Darkness must dissipate
And must the chain give way
And he who is not embraced by life’s longing
Evaporates into its air and fades away
Woe to one whom life does not rip

When Marley Blonsky told me that she was “the least artistic person ever,” I mentally tented my fingers into an evil-genius pose and cackled with (silent) maniacal glee. In my ongoing social experiment to bring performance art virgins to On the Boards for the first time, Marley was precisely the participant I was looking for. She may have started the night never having seen performance art, but she left saying “I will forever associate the junior queer prom with Ted Nugent.” Clearly, progress was made.

By Caitlin Sullivan and Mallery Avidon

Why is it so hard to talk about things you actually like? The catharsis of being recognized gives way to the terror of being seen. 

MA: 
All I really want to say is GO SEE THIS SHOW

also I miss living with radical faeries they are magical and any time you get to be in their company miraculous things happen

You have one more chance to be a part of Taylor Mac's radical Faerie Realness ritual: do it. 

As Taylor Mac expressed himself in his interview by Diana Nollen on Hooplanow.com: while us usually presents poetry in a relatively neutral way so audiences can hear the words without the reader's bias, that's not the case with his performance. Taylor Mac said, "I'm full-on using my subjectivity and visions to interpret these poems in the way I want them to be interpreted." I am sure some audience had hugely enjoyed Mac's full-on personality/subjectivity, while I and my personal experience during the show fell into the shadowy side of the spectrum.

The Predator Songstress was a performance of contrasts. The Songstress, a woman of a 1000 facial expressions, portrayed a depth of feeling and the life in her eyes told of a story of loss.  The intensity of the acting and beauty of the dance and music, evoked in me emotions of desperation.  Terror and hopelessness, playful joy and courage, reaching for hope only to have it pulled away and the feeling of being squashed all collided in my heart.  Contrasts of beauty and shadow, light and dark park places of the undying spirit of a young girl tortured by loss.

white cages surround
and separate forces bound
to polar causes

women's mouths bound, words 
ground up in tiny jars wrapped
with shiny blue bows

blue and white ladies
vomit up words unsaid; the
harvesters reaping

beautiful white dress
songstress of colored doors says
singing sets you free!

escape from hell, now
you free many voices and 
become golden force! 

Skylar and Ben went to Whole Foods on their way to the performance to get raspberries and a salad respectively. Skylar also needed coffee, and Ben discovered there was a large area dedicated to eating and drinking beers on tap and such. He couldn't believe people would want to eat dinner at a grocery store.