Sunday, February 24, 2008

Ah Theatre.

Just read this in the NYTimes. In it Marsha Norman talks about what’s wrong with theatre today which is one of my LEAST favorite topics of all time. But I happen to agree with everything she says (and lord knows I love agreeing). The whole thing is definitely worth a read but I’m gonna quote the last section.

Finally, at least for this go-round, I like what this play represents: a life-long association of a writer with a group of actors and a theater. This is why Shakespeare wrote so much, he had a whole gang of actors waiting to do his work. Go down the list — the writers who wrote a lot of wonderful plays were always associated with a community of actors they could write for: Shepard, Chekhov, Brian Friel, Alan Ackbourne, David Mamet, Lanford Wilson, Caryl Churchill, Richard Foreman, Wendy Wasserstein. Playwrights who live apart from theaters and actors have a lot of trouble getting their work done. Playwrights need to be around actors, need to be a part of a theater’s life.
It is worth noting that Mr. Letts began his theatrical life as an actor. Plays by actors tend to have lots of crazy stuff in them, and whatever else they’re about, they’re always about how much fun it is to be on the stage. “True West” springs to mind here. But this sense of fun is something writers with no acting talent can catch. And it’s definitely something the audience likes. We could use more things happening in the theater, and fewer plays where people sit in chairs and talk.
If we wanted to do one single thing to improve the theatrical climate in America, we’d assign one playwright to every theater that has a resident acting company. People wonder why so much great work came out of Actors Theatre of Louisville in the early days. I was there, so I know it was simply that you had everything you needed: actors who wanted to work, empty stages ready for plays and an artistic director who gave everybody a chance to do whatever they wanted as soon as they could think of it. Playwriting in America has suffered a devastating blow from the development process that keeps writers separate from the rest of the company, working on the same play for years. What playwrights want is what Steppenwolf has given Mr. Letts: a way to get a new play done, see what works, and then go on to the next one. “August: Osage County” is way more than a wonderful play. It is how we get back to having American plays on Broadway. We get them written for actors who want to do them, then producers get on board and start selling tickets.

She pinpoints exactly what I find frustrating about theatre and maddening in my education. I have spent 4 years being taught that playwriting happens alone in a room with a computer. Which isn’t true. As someone who is going to “go out into the world” of theater in.. oh… two months now I feel incredibly unprepared to do good work.
Which I fully recognize is just as much my fault as anyone else’s.
But as someone who would, in theory, like to be a part of American Theatre I am not really sure how to go forward. Should I move to a smaller city, say Chicago or Minneapolis where the theatre world is less cut throat? Should I go back to school in a program where there is more interaction with actors? Should I stay in New York and try to drag all the actors I know into a community around me?
These are questions that I’m going to try to answer within the next six months and while there are no right answers I will probably pick the wrong one at first (and I’m okay with that.)
In closing: I believe that the best undergrad training for playwrights exists at NYU… in the acting program. I have seen some damn fine theatre come out of playwrights horizons (an acting lab at nyu) and communities seem to be built there that do not exist in the department of dramatic writing.

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Friday, November 09, 2007

Arise and seize the day!

More strike news but this time its not writer related. I am supposed to go to a show on Broadway this evening but the Broadway stagehands union may or may not vote to strike sometime this afternoon. Which means I will have no idea what to do for fun if both tv AND Broadway is taken away from me.
What should I do with my time once the tv is gone?
1) Learn to play the violin.
2) Take up a sport.
3) Work more/ make more money.
4) Abuse drugs/alcohol.
5) Save the whales.
6) Write more.
VOTE NOW!

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Thoughts on war.

The thesis of the play "Black Watch" is that there is something about the Iraq war that is worse somehow that other wars and is therefore destroying its soldiers. At one point the character Cammie gives the history of the Black Watch regiment from its founding 300 years ago through various wars Crimea, Napoleonic, Boer, Mau Mau to the present. We are meant to view the black watch's involvement in Iraq as a tragic misstep in a long and noble tradition.
But if there is something uniquely inhuman about the Iraq war how are we to digest the black watch's participation in those last two wars. It is a moment rushed over in the play and chances are that no one noticed it but me.
In both the boer war in South Africa and the mau mau rebellion in Kenya the British were fighting a war against an enemy that had resorted to Guerrilla warfare (sound familiar?) Desperate to end the flood of violence the British interned all (yes all) the Afrikaner civilians and Kikuyu civilians in these respective wars. In both cases huge numbers of civilians died in these concentration camps and, especially in Kenya, huge numbers were tortured.
We assume in our culture that there was a period where there were noble wars. Certainly the ongoing propaganda of World War Two would have us believe that it was a just and fair war. That there was right and wrong. We never hear about WWII vets having PTSD or raping German civilians (which did happen). Though perhaps that's not the point. The point is not that we behaved well in war, but that the country was united behind "our" boys.
Both the Boer war and Mau Mau were brutal supressions of a much weaker, local population that turned to Gurella warfare. You might even call it bullying. What is Iraq but a brutal suppression of a weaker local population that turns to Guerrilla warfare? And bullying is exactly what one character calls it as they watch American jets bomb a city.
My thesis is that war has never been good or noble or just. It has been necessary. Or not. World War II was necessary. The Boer war was not. Neither was Mau Mau. And Iraq is certainly not. We need to stop speaking of war as though it could ever be good.
But perhaps I am not being cynical enough. The romantic language that cloaks war is the reason why "our boys" join up in the first place. That parts of them will be destroyed (mind, body, metaphorically) has always been the case. Iraq is not another Vietnam. It is another war. Period.

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Sunday, October 28, 2007

This is the best piece of the theatre that I have ever seen.


Tonight I saw the play “Black Watch” with my father which was honestly one of the best pieces of theater I have ever seen. Its about the black watch Scottish regiment which has been around for 300 years and is currently serving in Iraq. As one character explicitly says in the play “it takes 300 hundred years to build a world respected military regiment and two years to fuck it all up.”
At first it seems like its just going to be a documentary play with transcripts of interviews with solders who have returned from Iraq. But then five minutes in, the actors have been playing pool after returning from Iraq, everyone clears the stage and then there is a knife in the middle of the pool table. And I'm like “was that knife there all the time?” and then two people CARVE THEIR WAY OUT OF THE POOL TABLE and climb out in full military garb. And BAM you're in Iraq.
I don’t want to ruin it for anyone because I want EVERYONE to see it but there is marching and dance and singing and bagpipes and video and explosions and strobe lights and harnesses and violence and the word cunt is said about ever other word.
Seriously. Its amazing.
It also breaks your heart. I really just can’t explicitly say how much I loved it.

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Sunday, September 30, 2007

Fly through the air with the greatest of ease.


Last weekend I went down to the Spiegeltent to see my friend Meryl. The Spiegeltent is sort of a Weimar-esque-cabaret-club-circus thing down at the seaport. Its quite cool though a bit expensive which is why it was nice to go see Meryl who works there and get in for free.
I am totally a sucker for acrobats. I watch them with more fear than excitement, but I love it. And I totally wish I could do it.
I like to think, as I am watching acrobats, that in slightly different circumstances I could TOTALLY do that. That in a past life I was totally a gymnast at Moulin Rouge.
Except, when I actually think about it if I was a character in Moulin Rouge I would not be Satine.
I would be Ewen MacGregor.
Sitting in a corner. Writing. Being boring. And emo.

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Thursday, July 19, 2007

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Monday, July 18, 2005

a real live blogger post!!!

You may have noticed that I have jumped ship. If so, you are wise. In case you are either offended or confused here are the reasons for my ship jumpage:
1) LJ is just too emo for me. I’m sorry.
2) I managed to set up this pretty pretty blog in my lunch break. Which is just too easy. Really it is just more convenient.
3) I think “blog” is a cooler word than “journal.”
4) Pictures!
So that’s that. Maybe if I have a breakup I will post that on LJ. But for now my spinsterhood seems permanently in place (un oh, LJ moment MAYDAY MAYDAY). Here is the new doubly cool blog.
(Side note: blog is not in the spell checker. This should be remedied)
The blog begins now. (I promise there won’t be two many of these little tangents)
I think I am going to start stalking Hamish. I mean, I already inadvertently am, first seeing him in fantastic four and now in a play we took the kiddies too. I think the world is giving me a sign. (That I should be a psycho.)
I will not talk about the kiddies (specific kiddies anyway) because anything I say can and will be used against me in a court of law. Except that I heard them plotting this morning. I am to the point where I want to find the contracts that they signed and show them to them. Be like “you could have backed out of it before you signed it if you didn’t like the rules so much.” Whateva.
Most of my joy these days comes from sitting in the hall after curfew waiting for them to try to sneak out of their rooms. It actually is incredibly entertaining. The expressions on their faces are priceless, It makes me giggle giggle giggle.
(Wow. When did I become a bad person?)
Also I have the best fellow RA’s ever! (Was that too LJ?) We have taken to drinking apple juice and watching Disney flicks while the young uns run amuck.
I think a lot, though, about Jeff, the young lad who was so corrupted in my house, and how if circumstances were slightly different it could be Jeff who’s party I was busting up. Jeff who I caught sneaking out. Jeff who I had to punish (and not in a sexy way).
::Turmoil::
(is inner turmoil LJ?)
But, in case you are wondering, I am returning the city of zoo from august 7th or 8th to the 16th. Bebe, Agnes, Stella, I expect a party. And after that SUFJAN on the 19th. Be jealous.

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