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May 5, 2015

Watch out for the boys in Cellblock D. They may appear less threatening than some of the other Attica prison inmates in the tumultuous year of 1971. But these guys are packing poetry. Try messing with one of them, and before you can say “Jean Genet,” he’ll have pulled a loaded metaphor on you. Artfully arranged words, lofty and lowdown, are the weapons of choice in “ToasT,” Lemon Andersen’s ambitious and unwieldy new play about versifying behind bars, which opened on Tuesday night at the Public Theater. To secure status within the band of convicts portrayed in this long and congested drama, a man must be able to chant, riff and soar in the form that gives the play its title. That’s toast, which in this case, has nothing to do with bread, or what someone calls you if you are doomed. And it is only marginally related to the sort of speeches made by best men over champagne flutes. Instead, toast, as it is practiced on the eve of the world-shaking Attica riots more than 40 years ago, is a kind of tall-tale variation on what the larger world would come to know as rap. Performing a toast that will command respect is the goal of Jesse James (Armando Riesco), an Attica newbie when the play begins, and a lone Puerto Rican amid the African-Americans in his cellblock. Eventually, he’ll achieve that distinction, with a long, cadenced narrative about “the signifying monkey” who makes a fool of the arrogant lion.

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