Friday, 12 June 2009

PROM 2009


Nothing like a bit of theatrical inspiration to get your day off to the right start.

Yesterday, in the midst of pretending to redraft my play whilst actually procrastinating and checking the F-book (Youtwitface! That joke comes courtesy of Conan O'Brien via my mom - good work, mom!) I got a nice text from a new friend from overseas.

It is terrible with a piece when you begin having trouble seeing the forest for the trees - that, combined with those mean little demons that sit around on couches in everyone's head, eating ice cream, watching old episodes of the Who's The Boss?, doing very little other than occasionally looking up to remind you that you aren't as good as you think you are, well of course, trying to ignore the insecurity demons who have made themselves oh - so - comfortable on the brain couch, combined with actually trying to be hard on myself and redraft a very long play with some gusto, meant that there could be nothing better than doing something completely... different.

That's where meeting the lovely Lee Ann Etzold came as such a refreshing breath of air in a day of working/not working. Lee has just moved to the UK from Philadelphia, where it sounds like she was doing just the kind of work that excites me. Namely - Prom. This is a show done with Teenagers about awkwardness, social clicks, the whole darned thing that culminates in Prom. It has started me thinking all sorts of exciting things about American culture and American High School + Theatre in general. But I can't go into it now, that could ruin everything. Eitherway, it's oddly nice after having spent/not spent a couple of frustrating days with a script, to think about the "other" kind of theatre that gets my toes curling up with joy. Next comes - trying to combine the two.

*In Canada we don't have a prom, we have a formal. And I... didn't go. My high school ex went to at least 3 formals with other ladies. Although we remain forever friendos, this is one issue on which I will also remain forever slightly bitter and slightly proud. I didn't go to my high school graduation either. How bad*ss was I? (But I did read out announcements over the P.A. Oh man. Almost forgot all about that one.)

Friday, 5 June 2009

I've been bad, haven't I?



Oh Bloggy friends!

I apologize, it's been so long since I've written anything proper that I've probably lost most/some of you - my four friends who read it may have gone down to two - including my mom. Well, well, well, stop watering a plant, the plant will unroot itself, and then walk somewhere else, on its roots, in a freaky/terrifying way.

Okay - here's the news -

1. Something terribly exciting is happening to Forest Fringe. I don't know how much I can say about it, except that it involves BAC, the Arches, and some drinking/fun. I'm into / at the moment. I bet you've noticed. Anyway, I had a meeting this week with the Davids and Jackie and LJ, and of course, Mr. Field, and ideas were being spun like we were old ladies at one of those spinning machines (a loom?) that sleeping beauty pricked her hand on. Oh dear, what a terrible simile. Eitherway, check our blog for more. It could be the best summer yet.

2. It was so sunny here for a while, and now it's not. I don't know if that really qualifies as news - even old news - but it occured to me as I looked down at my summer dress that looks vaguely incongruous as grey light pours through the window. Ah, Engerland. You and your weather certainly do keep me on my toes.

3. My partner in crime and crime fighting and I will be advice boothing at Shunt by London Bridge tonight - so if you are a scary stalker who has been hoping to catch me somewhere - now's your chance! Let's hope you checked the internet today.

4. Oh Dear. I read another nice blog today that informed me that Archie Andrews will officially be marrying Veronica. I don't buy it. Remember when Superman was dead? So do I. Eitherway, he ain't dead no more, and if Archie does get married, there will be a motel room with Betty's name on it in his very near future.

5. Shows to watch: Unlimited's "The Moon, The Moon", "Aunt Dan and Lemon" at the Royal Court, and if I think of something else I can recommend I certainly will. The main reason I'd recommend Aunt D and L is because when I went to see it 10 people walked out, even though I was thoroughly entertained. I love feeling cultured.

6. I'm writing a play about Gender for my dear Canadians! More to come on this...

Okay friends, will blog again soon with less of a list and more of a subject. I just didn't want any of you giving up on me.

PS: I google imaged "Comic Don't Give Up On Me" and crazily enough, Archie's Proposal covers came up. The Great and Mysterious Google strikes again!

Monday, 25 May 2009

All good theatre should be an experiment

Which means it may not work. If it doesn't - you're still on the road to discovering something.

Monday, 11 May 2009

Cookham House Courtyard. 4 pm, Today. It was sunny.

*A biscuit rolls on its side like a pin wheel.*

*A car drives up into the courtyard, and from a fifth story window a grey plastic package lands on the pavement with a bang. Look up and you’ll see an old woman at the window, her head covered in a black scarf, peaking ever so slightly from above. She looks on while her grandson runs out of the car and picks up the package below, bringing it back to the 1992 model grey Sadan. The door slams shut. Her son is behind the wheel, and before he drives off, they wave at each other subtly, if you weren’t looking closely you might say it was half heartedly, but this is a wave that has been wittled down with use, like the brass on their sitting room doorknob.*

*”Mom, I need a water bottle.”
Weighed down with groceries, exhaustion, and questions, not age. “I’ll get you a water bottle.”
“We can get any drinks!” Another one of the children yells, in the same enthusiastic but sharp voice they use for taunting weaker kids at school.
“No you can’t. You can only have water.”
And a few mumbles later, she’s at the door. I can barely hear the conversation anymore, but another question has been put forward. Her response is carried to me by the force of her worry, her exhaustion, and the shameless bare-all attitude of the air.
“I can’t remember saying I’d buy you a dvd. I said -------- when I get some money I’ll buy you a dvd. I didn’t say I’d buy you a dvd today. We got enough dvds.”
Last winter it snowed, and I built a fort by this bench. A wall that took me a careful, thought through hour, ignoring my laughing friends while the occasional snowball hit me. The next day a dog had peed on it and half of it was knocked down.*

*A child’s scribble gets thrown away. Only that wasn’t a scribble at all – it was a map, leading to majestic nowheres.*

*A baby cries and then stops. Starts again. Like his heart beats in desperate flutters that cry out and falter. Life keeps going, is the thing. That’s why children cry. They are trying to get a handle on the non-stop motor they’re newly caught in. If they stopped crying they might hear the sirens, the construction, the leaves rustling, caught in a rattle owned by the wind, and a single moment of music that fades abruptly, but was always there.*

Friday, 8 May 2009

Sneak Preview - Ganglion





My dear friends David Missio and Georgia have a quarterly graphic art anthology for popping graphic cherries - everybody who contributes is a first or second timer. I just got a contribution in on the wire, and I've got to say, the whole process of making something was really lovely. This issue's theme is City/Country. Have a gander, and if you like what you see, go out and get yourself a Ganglion somehow. They are beautiful and kindly things to own.

Sunday, 26 April 2009

Pinter on War

Here's a little something by Harold Pinter you may not have seen before... His comments ring as true now as they did then.

Harold Pinter’s comments on his National Service Application to Register Conscientious Objectors. Received December 14th, 1948.

I consider that a world war at this time would be disastrous to mankind and would wreck civilization. It is useless speaking of policies or sentiments of defense against aggression, for all these words will mean nothing in a final and eternal extinction. Beside the atomic horror, the world’s food situation, already disintegrating considerably, would fall and lessen to a terrifying degree, and finally, as Sir John Boyd Orr has pointed out, result in world famine. Far-seeing statesmen like Sir John, however, remain unheeded, and the people are misled by valueless, uncomprehending and completely immature pronouncements which will but hasten the end. Even without war the food situation is extremely precarious, but in such an event, aided by the great expense and energy wasted on armaments and industry, and devastated by the atom bomb, a weakened and ruined world would come to a certain chaotic calamity. As these are plain material facts of the situation today, besides the fact that war can never be justified, I cannot conceive of my helping on this disaster.

My main objection, however, is a moral one. My great emotion regarding the armies of the world is a sadness. Man since the beginning of time has continuously allowed his animal nature to conquer him where it should have been mastered – in the respect of war. The history of mankind is marked by an eternal conflict between brainless, bestial savages fiercely grappling with each other, and men who comprehend and see the world’s truth and goodness. Certainly war in some ages can be understood as consistent with the temperament and humour of the time, but never justified, for killing is the one primal sin, and man’s life is sacred. After so many years of civilization we still contemplate casually disinterestedly wiping out millions of fellow humans for selfish, petty political reasons. Man’s moral sense has been left high and dry somewhere in the Industrial Revolution. In the past, because of the immediacy of life and death, there was a moral consciousness, but now, the mass of the world, including leading statesmen, having retarded in vision and realization of the true values, death is so wholesale that world’s moral recognition has almost disappeared and material gain is all. We live in an immoral civilization which we must realize, not surrender to.

To join an organization whose main purpose is mass murder, whose conception of true human values is absolutely nil, speeding on the utter degradation of a prematurely fatigued man, and whose result and indeed ambition is to destroy the world’s very, very precious life, is completely beyond my human understanding and moral conception. And finally, to take one human life is completely alien to my moral code.

The mind that contemplates warfare is stupid, debased and deformed by fear. As human beings we are bound to bring forth and foster that inherent wisdom and goodness which is endowed in us and replenish and illumine our fellows with this spiritual realization. Each person is compelled by this moral responsibility to hold sacred human life, to cast out fear and to fulfil this existence as a creation out of the immense order of things. The dismissal of these principles, the betrayal of all Jesus Christ, the great Mystics and Dostoyevsky have said, has led to the perversion and ignorance of man today. The position in our society for one who believes in his responsibility as a Man is simple. He shall with great sorrow and love defend the innocent with physical sacrifice and moral enlightenment. But on no account shall he be the arbiter of another “humans” existence by taking arms. Nor shall he tarnish his soul by joining such an evil, stupid, sorrowful organization as the army. With these beliefs, it is therefore quite impossible for me to even contemplate such an act.

Statement continued:

Having just received the findings of the local Tribunal I regret that through a misunderstanding there has been a distortion of some of my statements. The findings say that I declared I would never defend innocent people. This is an unhappy mistake. My opinion on this subject which I stated at the time, is that I would defend the innocent with my life without hesitation, but that to kill others, to attack as the best defence is something I cannot conjecture. It seems to me that to attempt to eliminate aggression by further aggression is merely to out-wrong the wrong-doer. And these means it is essential to stop.

Monday, 20 April 2009

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