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January 8, 2016

“In the midst of death we are in life,” thinks the wonderfully human Leopold Bloom, contemplating the prospect of sex among the tombstones, as he stands in a churchyard in James Joyce’s “Ulysses.” Bloom was quoting — or rather, misquoting — from “The Book of Common Prayer.” But his observation was much on my mind the other night as I watched a performance based on a seemingly very different and far older religious text, “The Egyptian Book of the Dead,” parts of which were written 4,000 years ago. “Go Forth,” which opened on Thursday night, is an elegant and energetic memorial of sorts to the African father of the woman who directed it, Kaneza Schaal, best known for her work as a performer with Elevator Repair Service. Staged in the bowels of the Westbeth Artists Community near the Hudson River, a fine place to consider existence beneath and beyond the earth, “Go Forth” finds an immediate and visceral strength in ancient codes of mourning.

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