Saturday, November 28, 2015

Seeing Things

"How do you know?"

This is a question my partner asks me almost constantly. For example, this week while driving to Friendsgiving, we crossed into the state of Oregon. I said, "We're in Oregon!" He said "How do you know?" "Signage." "How do you know?" "It said we're in Oregon."

It's easy for me to get extremely frustrated by this because we're often in the same place with the same visual, auditory, olfactory stimuli surrounding us. Its easy to feel mocked by the question as in--of course he sees, hears, smells, how can he not know how I know?

Looking at it in print makes it seem much less mocking.

But I think of it today in response to Della Pollack's article "Beyond Experience" in which she opens by discussing the primacy of the "seen" experience. She discusses the cyclical "I saw it therefore it is and it is because I saw it" which becomes a co-constitutive experiential fortress. You can't question the process of seeing and seen without questioning the "self" that sees the scene. She states is beautifully:

"To wonder about the scene-seen is to risk the stability of the seeing self constituted in relation to it." (638)

I wonder then about the reliance on what was seen to the authentication of self. When he asks me "How do you know?" and it was clearly seen and then he questions what I saw--I feel defensive because my co-constituted self is questioned. The self that saw something might be wrong if I can't justify or explain how I knew the thing. This troubles me for a couple reasons. First, it places the responsibility of constitution outside of myself and it seems to indicate that the self that I constitute by seeing the world around me is fragile enough in my own conception to feel threatened by questions. Especially knowing that these questions don't actually threaten self or experience but rather seek to make them more available to understanding and discussion. Especially knowing that the seen experience is only part of knowledge and by no means the only verifier of event or experience. Also knowing that multiple people could see one event and report it distinctly--a la the classic elephant example.

Is it a bird? A plane? Superman?--Ironically, said monks are blind.

When your perception is questioned it's easy to feel that your legitimacy is questioned. Your experience questioned? Your existence is questioned--what are you apart from your experience, your genes, and your choices?

Taking this in another direction, I wonder about Theatre. Theatre is literally the Seeing Place. It's the place that we go to see a story. The relationship of audience to performance is traditionally, usually, mostly that of seeing the play/musical/performance.

The audience makes it theatre because without audience there isn't theatre--is there?

According to Amanda Palmer in The Art of Asking, part of art is sharing and you share with the audience--what is the audience's experience?

Marco De Marinis points out that there are two ways to look at the audience: passive and active. We can look at them as receptacles of our work--"a mark or target for the actions/operations of the director, the performers, and, if there is one, the writer" or we can look at them as active "referring to the various operations/actions that an audience carries out: perception, interpretation, aesthetic appreciation, memorization, emotive and intellectual response, etc" (1).

I prefer the active but many--most productions I see, treat the audience as passive receiver of theatre. If their role is meant to be active, how do they know how to do so? How do they know their job? What is their experience? And do they feel uncomfortable with other roles because those roles question their experience and ask them to do something with it? Does it challenge their self-role as audience?

A director friend of mine once made a comment that as performers we craft a performance that teaches the audience how to respond and that it helps to craft that relationship, experience, and action.

Another director that I worked with didn't understand why I wanted to know the mechanics of the illusion we were trying to create instead of just knowing that we were pretending to struggle. She told me what the audience needed to see--but I was hung up needing to know what how I do that? How do they know that this is happening? How do I do that? How do I create that illusion? What are the elements of the illusion--from my mime training, I remember that illusion breaks down into pieces which all together create illusion.

Because what the audience sees is what is happening--if they see you pretending, they will see you pretending. Illusion is different than pretending.

Mmm... I think I've lost the explorative train of thought. Will think more on this, dear readers.

Thoughts? 

Friday, November 27, 2015

NaNoWriMo and the Persephone Novella

I'm doing NaNoWriMo, for real this year.

I joined the website and I'm keeping a word count and everything. I started a brand new novel on November 1 and I'm still racing to finish by November 30 in just 3? 4? days?


But for real. It's going pretty well. There have been days that I haven't written anything (bust) but there have been many more that I wrote even just 500 words. Just something on the page so that I'm working every day.

I have learned a lot. For instance, I am excellent at writing sprints. What's that? I hear you ask.
That's when you set a time limit and type/write as many words in that time as you possibly can. No filter, no judging, just get them out of you. Sprint them out until your fingers bleed!

Ok, maybe not bleed. But I found out that I can write 950 words in 15 minutes.  I can crank it out! This means so much for my work methods and structure. If I can set that kind of time and work through sprints like that, it means that I can spend 15 minutes a day and write something, anything. I can produce material and, if I can produce material, I can make more art than I thought I could.


It means we call can! Sí, se puede!

So I've been writing about Persephone. I've loved her for a long time, but I have had a huge problem, especially in the last 5 or 6 years with the general kidnappy narrative about how Hades violently ripped her from the world--a naive virgin and tricked her into marriage.

Like this.

I look her up and realize that she is a Chthonic deity. She is goddess of the underworld in her own right and I wonder how a flower goddess ends up as a goddess of mysteries and the dead as well.  I begin to come up with some interesting ideas.

  1. Persephone is not an unwilling and naive victim
  2. Persephone understands something about death because of compost making pretty flowers
  3. Persephone is an agent in her own life
  4. Persephone is a threshold goddess--she moves between life and death, this is inherent to her as a goddess
  5. Persephone was wooed by Apollo and Hermes too.
  6. Persephone has a much bigger existence than her wedding to Hades
  7. Persephone is a badass
  8. Persephone is a POWERFUL goddess
These things start coming to me and I start grappling with what that means to a goddess describing her life. Somehow this is a novella about innocence and not innocence. About life and death, about me and about the world I see, about myths and the way they shape our reality. This novella is rapidly becoming a favorite even as I struggle to get stuff out. Some of it I really hate, but the more I get out via the sprinting process, the more that I want to get it right and the more I want to right. Fits and starts, but steady work happening. 

Selection? Why I thought you'd never ask.





From Persephone Draft 1--Persephone meets Antigone

Antigone was brought to a cave and sealed inside to die. She was buried alive. And She raved begging to be taken. She prayed to Hades and to Zeus. She begged us to reward her righteousness and take the burden of life from her. Her suffering was great. Her family was cursed in a way that few are. It’s another thing that makes me wonder about Fate. I came to her fairly quickly, and looked at her as through a glass darkly. She was close to us. How could she not be, sealed there to die as she had been.
Hades came to me and asked me to see her. He didn’t know what to do with her--it would be theft to take her before it was her time, but she had been thrust from her time by a willful king. Her uncle I recall. He was soon to experience deepest grief for his refusal to perform funeral rites for a nephew. Hades had raged about it for a week.
I visited her in the cave and I had never seen a girl so full of life and full of pain. She was beautiful in a way I hadn’t thought that mortals could be beautiful. Her hair was long and straight like a knife blade and her eyes were green like the the ocean that raged behind her lips. She was violent with righteous anger and salt water boiled beneath her skin.
I understood what the Others saw in mortals for the first time. I moved around her to better see. She creaked with pain in every movement. She had punched the rocks piled in upon her until her knuckles bled and she let them bleed. She prayed and she did not know that it was to me she prayed. She could not see through the mystery, but she looked up and she saw me and I felt the inadequacy of godhood for the first time. In my existence. 
I had always felt so large, pressed against the edges of reality. Looking at Antigone, listening to her repeat her story, I felt the smallness of my purview and I knew that while I contained one of the biggest mysteries in the universe, that I would never understand the depths of the rage and vitality that pulse in this woman. That the pain that would not kill her, led her to do the right thing instead of the smart thing. That lead her to seek no happiness for herself while seeking all happiness. I use the word ocean over and over because I am sure she was a daughter of Poseidon in some sense--though I knew very well that the source of her over abundance of vitality and pain was of course from her lineage. But she was--no she was like a volcano in the ocean. She had so much life and she wanted to die.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

The Art of the Hot Drink

I LOVE a good hot drink.

Teas and Coffees and the multitude of flavors there in.



I love the aesthetics of holding a hot/warm mug in your hands

So cozy!

Also this... why don't I own this yet?

There's something wonderful about a good blend of tea--when it's interesting and exciting with multiple flavors that work together. 

I love simple syrups infused with herbs and flavors that highlight the coffee in a latte. 

This week and last I had a couple fantastic blends. The Soothsayer--a chamomiles citrus blend, The Citrus Rose, a lavender latte, and a goddamn Apple Cardamon Rum latte!

Perhaps I will mix my own someday... I already mix my own chai =) Assam, fennel, cardamom, cinnamon, and sugar finished with milk.

It's such a lovely art form. Flavors, you know? 



Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Jane Eyre

This blog post by the Economist talks about the anger in Jane Eyre and in Charlotte Bronte.

It's an interesting post that discusses the inherent anger and violent energy within Jane, the character and how it reflects Charlotte's anger over her position in life and the lot of women.

Charlotte was educated but was hemmed in by her status as a woman in England. The author talks about someone remarking that the novel would have been admirable if written by a man but was "odious" from a woman.

While I was performing the piece, I didn't think about the anger of the character because I wasn't portraying that part of her. The adaptation we were doing split Jane into Jane and Bertha. Bertha was the emotions that Jane locked away and refused to share. Interestingly, this was said to be extremely powerful. That Jane denied herself the feelings but could never truly abandon them.

I think about the play Mother Courage, in which the titular character literally drags her burdens with her throughout the piece in the form of her cart full of items for sale. Her business is meant to keep her and her children safe and ultimately it is the business that causes the death and destruction of her family.

Similarly, this adaptation of Jane Eyre claims that Jane causes her own misery--ie she is unable to truly be happy without Bertha. Denying herself does not lead Jane to happiness.

The metaphor is not perfect. Metaphors seldom are, but I don't remember feeling the anger of the character during the process, though my incomparable co-star, Sarah, absolutely did. I remember her remarking on dozens of occasions, just how frustrating the whole process was for her to watch Jane refuse to react.

I remember how strange it and frightening it was for me to be required by the script to hold back and yet to need to be totally emotionally available through my eyes and face.

I consistently wanted something physical to do. The challenge of needing to remain still the challenge of holding myself together while needing to be flighty. It was exhausting and terrifying.

Where was the rage? Where is Jane's rage? Where is the simmering burbling underneath of Jane that this author talks about? 

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Horror on Stage

According to CM Humphries: the 5 elements of a Good Horror Story are as follows:

  1. Fear
  2. Surprise
  3. Suspense
  4. Mystery
  5. and SPOILERS!
Actually a pretty good little article. I think the most interesting thing is that the fear is not necessarily of something the audience is afraid of--hence the surprise: where the storyteller makes use of the audience's imagination. Because the audience can imagine something way scarier to themselves than you. When we talk theatre, they're actually sitting there having brought their imaginations to specifically use with you. Such a gift! [*am a little bit hippie dweeby* RIDE IT]

So then they audience is afraid of something, they're imagining it happening, waiting for it to happen--and suspense! Which is followed by mystery of how it will happen, when, and why?

His most interesting point is that spoilers at the beginning make everything else richer and deeper because then the audience is examining every word and nod looking for what they know is coming or what they hope is true. Ex. People seeing Insidious 2 know that camera spoiler from the end of Insidious. So we go in looking for it! OMG where is it, when will it come out! Etc Etc. 

Humphries has some great basic elements!

He is, however, discussing writing a story, not performing it onstage.

So how do we create fear onstage?

I can tell you that some of the things that work in movies and novels DON'T work in the theatre.

For example, I saw a production with vampires in a tiny 20'X15' space and they were this kind of vampire:

with canes, hissing, and too much white face paint

The effect was comical. It was unfortunate. And while the production had them do some TRULY disturbingly realistic fight choreography in the realm of rape and murder. Their vampire-ness was laughable rather than other-worldly. So there was no fear, no suspense really. Instead the production relied on gore and shock value. Lots of blood and lots of REALLY VIOLENT choreography. I am willing to admit that this may have been a choice in such a violent and bloody play, make the vampires funny to relieve the tension--but it was really confusing and awful. I think Supernatural makes a good point: 

"Dean! It's just people!"

So then, we have the upper hand right? In theatre, we have just people! And yet, somehow, the ghost scene in Hamlet is always a little weird too, right? Man walks out in the fog and starts all "Hamlet I am your father, you uncle shanked me in the ear! Fucker..."

In the last production of Hamlet that I did <plug: catch it on a remount Thanksgiving weekend 2 nights only!> we used a really unique blackout and sensory experience for the ghost. Audience and actors plunged into darkness with a music box (creepy) and the smell of perfume. To be fair, in that production, because the concept was women in an asylum putting on Hamlet, there was no illusion on the part of the performers in trying to make it as tho a ghost had entered the room. And so, instead--JUST PEOPLE--but damn it was creepy!

There was absolutely suspense and fear because the audience didn't know which actor was playing the ghost or why. They didn't know what was happening, but they also knew that it was Hamlet--so ghost scene, pretty predictable. They're looking for it, but it's in a new and surprising way. Ha! 

Another production: Let the Right One In the London show at the Apollo Theatre. 


It was pretty damn cool. And yes, pretty damn scary. They started with a fantastic story, which went from novel, to screen, to stage. The horror story is damn good. It's about a little boy who meets a child vampire in a little town in Sweden. And hotdamn! It's scary. But again, I like to beat this drum. It comes back to people. People are scarier than the vampire. The vampire is obvious--s/he needs to eat blood to survive--hence death. S/he is creepy fast, creepy smelling, and creepy intellectually (being a hundreds year old child). But the story is really about the bullies that the little boy faces and just how much he's willing to do for love versus how much he's willing to do for fear. It's just people--so the production again focuses on the boy and the surprising part of the story is that the people are scarier. The suspense and spoiler are in knowing that the girl is a vampire and waiting for that to really kick into gear. And the horror--the fear--is that the people are worse. You were scared of vampires first, but now you're scared of people. You're scared of the boy.  

The landscape is beautiful and so magical with white snow falling through birch trees that reach up into the rafters and the ceiling. But we only get tastes of her/his otherness as a vampire while we watch the boy change and grow through the constant bullying, the neglect of his parents, and the loving friendship with this child vampire. Hmmmmm..... 

This brings me to probably my favorite horror play that I've seen--The Woman in Black, produced by students at WSU's Studio Theatre. 



These kids did so well! All of their set and costumes came out of a box. It seemed like there were 3 actors--in actuality closer to 7? And they managed to create jump scare after jump scare using the same technique of bringing a woman in black into an aisle in the dark then flipped a blasting light on her while playing a scream sound cue. God it was scary. 

I keep coming back wondering why this one was so scary. The set was minimal--most of it came out of a trunk. And most of the story was told by two characters, the author--the storyteller and the man who played everyone else. The isolation effect was in play. It was a small space so just us, the storyteller and our collective imaginations. We knew, because the set was so limited, that our imaginations were required. The lighting was low, and hot damn.

We knew we were all pretending and that made all of the jump scares even scarier--almost like we all cuddle up around the campfire and then the tale teller is not pulling punches!

So the production told us they wouldn't use illusion -- the minimal set: i.e. this is all memory, imagination; but then they used REALLY effective illusion to bump up the supernatural moments. Ex. "I saw this woman" cue SCREAM LIGHT WOMAN!!! audience: "WHAT?? OMG we saw her too!!"

Conclusions? Not sure yet. But the storytelling and inviting the audience's imagination seem extremely important for the stage. Letting the audience know that they're part of it, they're in on it--spoilers--means that they get to take part in the magic, they get to look for what's coming. And that's really exciting. Hmmm.... 

Food for thought. >.>






A Turn of the Screw... or two . . . or three

We're working on an adaptation of A Turn of the Screw by Henry James.

Ghosts and Such

It's the story of a Governess as told through frames: her initial biographical manuscript of the events of her first governess job, which was given you a young man years later who loved her, which he shared years after her death as a scary christmas ghost story with a friend (our narrator) and guests. This governess worked in an isolated mansion as lady of the house in all but name where she cared for two children (a boy and a girl) who she believes to have been haunted or chased after by or in league with two ghosts. 

Now the remarkable thing that Henry James did was to take horror as a genre and move it from exotic countries and gothic mansions to the English country side. He took ghosts and put them in the home with the children. OOOO CREEPY!

Seriously tho...like Hitchcock only he's staring into my soul

In fact, in the story the middle narrator (the man with the manuscript) actually gives the book it's title by remarking that the last ghost story told had a child in it, but he would give us "another turn of the screw"--meaning a heightening of the suspense and creep factor--by telling us a ghost story with two children.

The descendants of this trope are probably familiar to most of us: I mean creepy, possibly possessed, possessed, and otherwise terrifying children in horror stories.







Ok enough: point taken--CHILDREN CAN BE CREEPY!!!! EVIL LITTLE CREEPY THINGS THAT KILL YOU! RUN RUN AWAY! TRAPPED, WE'RE TRAPPED LIKE RATS, THE CHILDREN!! NOOO!! 

ok, ok, we're ok. 

Maybe.

But even creepier probably is happy evil children. 

For example--if you get a chance, watch the original 1973 Wicker Man. Those happy kids are so creepy. [too be fair it's really just creepy how happy they are when he's all "do you know this missing, clearly missing child?" and they're like "No" =D] 

But in Turn of the Screw the children are over and over again referred to as angelic and beautiful and perfect and lovely and how could there be anything wrong with them? It's creepy.

What is my point?

We're adapting this sucker and one of the most interesting facets to me is the isolation of this woman. All day the governess is with these two perfect, perfect children. And we're never sure, because she can't talk about the evil--which is too horrible to utter--that she is certain she sees closing in around them. Isolation--another excellent horror story trope. 

After all, scary stories are much less scary in the daylight when you're surrounded by people and not at night, virtually alone next to a fire or in your bed, with a small girl nearby who keeps getting out of bed after midnight to stare fixedly out a window. >.>''

So in this adaptation there are some questions that we've been mulling over.

First--what's the dramatic question?
Meaning here--what is it that we all want to know the answer to? Audience, Actors, Directors, Characters.

So far it seems like: Is the Governess Right? or Can she Save the Children?

It seems very important to the governess that we know that she was right even though she did not feel able to act on her convictions except indirectly through most of the story. She talks about not speaking to the children about the ghosts, but also knowing that they knew about the ghosts and that they knew that she knew and that we were all pretending not to know together.  But the book is written so obliquely. The story is told so indirectly that it's hard to even know exactly what the malady is that she perceives the children under except that they are corrupted into duplicitousness by these spirits and must be saved.

The girl, Flora, goes into some kind of fit after the governess finally calls her out on the ghost's presence, and the governess and housemaid send Flora away. 

The climax of the play is about whether or not she can save the boy, the elder child: Miles by getting him to confess to, I guess, consorting with the ghosts.

Yeah... it doesn't go so well. 

Spoiler--the governess doesn't save Miles. He dies of a heart attack--seemingly. Unless. the governess hugs him to death. Again, it's unclear.

The cool thing about the lack of clarity is that we get to make some choices in our adaptation. We get to choose what's the most important dramatic query. We get to pick the most important events. 

So here's to that! 

More inquiries and experiments to follow! Also a post on finding a place to put this sucker up =D Locations!