books, theater, writing

The Step-Daughter Lives

I got a copy of Eric Bentley’s translation of Six Characters In Search Of An Author from Bloomsbury. I’m going to be working on an adaptation of it. There have to be more contemporary translations – I’ll have to go to the Stanford library while I’m there and get the rest of them. Amazon has a Mark Musa version published in 1996. But this is a good translation. It’s the one I first read the play in and it has a lot of dramatic power.

The original Italian is available here via Project Gutenberg.

I’m going to have to make myself my own Ashland text bible – original language, classic translation (Bentley) and modern translations (Musa, etc.) side by side.

T minus 3 days till leaving Ashland, Oregon.

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Canada, directing, quotes, TV

Outrageous Fortune

Having just watched all of Season One, I’m going to take a drastic step – I’m going to put SLINGS AND ARROWS director Darren Nichols (Don McKellar)on my resume as one of my references.

Darren: I’m used to being hated. That’s my thing. But I can’t function as a director unless that hatred is kept in check by a thin, calculated veneer of invulnerability.

They really understand him in Germany, of course.

I loved him playing with the little plastic horse while he was reading the script, too – and the roll-up Bosch poster that he carried with him. There’s a very fine line between him and me. You could almost call it a thin, calculated veneer.

PS. Don McKellar also co-wrote the book for The Drowsy Chaperone, with Bob Martin (one of the Slings & Arrows writers, too)

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theater, theater bloggers

The Fifth Wall

Last night, after reading one of Kersti’s books on Buddhism, I tried to abandon some of my anxieties about my next (undetermined) sense of income, in favor of embracing the uncertainty (impermanence, suffering, egolessness) of what is to come.

And I had an idea that I really like, while my brain was floating around and embracing impermanence.

Here it is, THE FIFTH WALL , my take on how to make theater coverage a nationally interesting, Internet-based, topic of discussion – to liberate it from localized reviewing – to get Slate and Salon to cover theater, and to have that coverage be of national interest despite addressing regional topics.

And just as soon as I go to yoga and embrace more impermanence, I’m going to call Julie and see if I can get this ball rolling.

Mini-festo follows.

The problem with regional theater is just that – it’s regional. In order for theater as a community and an art form to achieve the level of networked consciousness which already exists in the worlds of music, film, television, and writing, many things need to happen – including a looser stance on copyright law, a more lenient attitude towards Actors’ Equity towards videotaping, and a much greater use of the Internet as a medium of communication.

But the first and most important thing that needs to happen to overcome regionalism is simply people talking to each other.

Three walls are around the stage, one wall is between actors and audience – but a fifth wall is between fellow theater practitioners. We practice theater in a vacuum, unaware of major developments in ideas or political shifts. We each try to climb up the slippery walls of the same well, unaware that one state over, someone else has already figured out how to do it.

Not only is the art we make isolated from each other, because there’s a lack of intelligent national coverage on the subject, the art is isolated within the limited scope of its local criticism, unable to attain national significance or context. Slate.com and Salon.com, the leading national Internet magazines, don’t cover theater – and unless something changes soon, they won’t.

The solution is to break down the fifth wall. Nothing is more theatrical than dialogue, and nothing is more contemporary than juxtaposition. Successful examples of combined interviewing lately have included THE BELIEVER‘s series of authors interviewing one another and the Author2Author feature in Beatrice.com. We are living in an age where contrast is context – such as the traveling Matisse Picasso exhibit and the Sundance Channel’s Iconoclasts series. We like interviews, and we like the context of combination. These two factors will get us to explore a new area of the arts or the world.

The world of theater, like any semi-feudal society of secretive knowledge, intense loyalties, murky conspiracies, limited funding, and religious fervor towards outdated concepts for the sake of “tradition” combined with innovation so extreme, constant, and sudden that documentation of work is not only unheard of, but unknown, and the wheel is reinvented daily, is full of its own set of ICONOCLASTIC and opinionated personalities.

Putting them together in unusual combinations is exactly what’s needed to break down the fifth wall.

Here’s my dream list of match-ups:

Julie Marie Myatt, Lisa Loomer, & Sarah Ruhl
Cherrie Moraga and Maria Irene Fornes
Tom Stoppard and Tony Kushner
Mary Zimmerman and Anne Bogart and Nancy Keystone (I’d give my left arm to read this one)
Chuck Mee and Luis Alfaro
Derrick Sanders, Chris McElroen, and Alfred Preisser
Tony Taccone, Bill Rauch, and James Bundy
Kate Buckley and Liz Diamond

And so on.

They could ask each other questions and also have to both answer some from a third-party interviewer. If this was a regular feature on Salon or Slate, I’d read it. And I’m going to try to put it together. I’m hoping that some of the connections I have from all this theater networking will help get the ball rolling.

But I also know that all us theater folks are hurting for intelligent coverage and dialogue on our field. We tend to do director-playwright interviews, groups of people who have worked on a production together, aimed at a production’s release date, which is something I’d like to continue doing when Upstage (the theater blog me and some friends are putting up) gets started. But Upstage is going to be targeted towards an audience that already cares about theater concerns.

This, I think, would make theater coverage as interesting, nationally relevant, opinionated and timeless (as opposed to being tied to openings and premieres) as, I don’t know, that Norman Mailer interview I was just waxing rhapsodic about.

Right? Right!

It feels weird to put what I know is perhaps the best idea I’ve ever had freely out onto the Internet – but all too appropriate given the impermanence of theater, ideas, and everything! Hell, if someone else gets there first, good luck to you – the more theater coverage we have, the better.

Anyway, yoga beckons – Marion’s Iyengar – and I’m going to thank the universe, cheesetastic as that is, for giving me this idea – and then I’m going to fricking make it happen.

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books, quotes, style

Mailer? I Hardly Even…

It’s been a Maileresque couple of days. I bought the PARIS REVIEW with Andrew O’Hagan’s interview of him in it. I was so happy that there was a discussion of style in it:

MAILER
[…]
One of my basic notions for a long, long time is that there is this mysterious mountain out there called reality. We novelists are always trying to climb it. We are mountaineers, and the question is, Which face do you attack? Different faces call for different approaches, and some demand a knotty and convoluted interior style. Others demand great simplicity. The point is that style is an attack on the nature of reality. [my italics]

That’s a great summation of my theory about styles of directing, too. We are mountaineers. Which face do you attack? All styles are legitimate – the only danger is to eschew or denounce style, or to fail to understand that style is a choice with value, or to only be capable of writing (performing, directing) in one style…
I guess that’s a lot of dangers.
Style is a minefield full of cherry trees.

Mailer wasn’t always so aesthetic in the interview – he managed to get in some weird race references and bash Vaclav Havel, not to mention refer to his wives as cities he had gotten tired of living in (femininity as geography, anyone?) but I liked so much of his notions about writing, and I liked his bluntness.

The interview also had my favorite interviewer line in it ever:

INTERVIEWER
That won’t do, Norman. No way.

I was having breakfast with Kate McConnell at Brother’s the next morning, and as we left our table, a family playing the Trivial Pursuit cards which are on all the tables read this question aloud:

Dad: Which Pulitzer-Prize-winning author’s first novel was THE NAKED AND THE DEAD?

A silence followed it, but I gasped, “Norman Mailer!” and went straight to Bloomsbury to order a copy of that novel.

(The Paris Review archives all their extensive interviews here, by the way.

Here’s another great quote:

MAILER
Our understanding of good and evil begins with our parents. Down the road one is altered by one’s relationships with one’s children.

INTERVIEWER
If one is so minded – or so inclined – is it a good idea for a novelist to have children?

MAILER
I don’t prescribe for novelists. I mean, if Henry James followed my prescription, where would he have been?

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film

A brain like yours, Rotwang, should be able to forget

Saw Fritz Lang’s brilliant film METROPOLIS at SOU on Saturday night, in a heated auditorium with a crowd of film geeks. It felt like we were being consumed by Molog.

Much of the film is lost from an early and brutal re-edit, but this 2001 restoration preserves as much of the original as exists – and includes intertitling to account for the missing portions of the plot. It’s also bundled with a recording of the original score.

It was curated by a professor who showed clips from BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN, BLADE RUNNER, and a film that has thankfully been lost to the ages named INTERNATIONAL HOUSE, all with obvious borrowings from and tributes to the original.

THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN
HEAD AND HANDS
MUST BE THE HEART!

The actress who played both the saintly Maria and her evil Machine-Man self, Brigitte Helm, made me really believe in the possible returned success of theatrical, physical acting on film. She had a snakelike, Chaplinesque bendiness and sense of contortion. It was so stylized, and so far from realistic. Lovely.

The lighting was so gorgeous, too – everything would be dark except one spot of light, and the image would become its photo-negative, all light except one spot of dark.

I understood, after watching this on a large screen, what would possess someone to re-create a film shot by shot.

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travel

The Female Nomad

Mallory lent me Rita Golden Gelman’s book, The Female Nomad, as preparation for the journey that is to come.

As an example that should inspire me to reduce my own traveling footprint, here’s what Rita took to Antigua:
“I pack everything I own: two pairs of pants, one skirt, four T-shirts. A sweater. Underwear. A bathing suit. Toothpaste, toothbrush, deodorant, sunblock, insect repellant, sneakers and four plastic bags. I put in my Spanish dictionary, the Lonely Planet guide to Guatemala, a novel to read and trade, a Swiss Army knife, and a sleeping bag. And finally, I pack two empty spiral notebooks, some ballpoint pens, and the smallest secondhand manual typewriter I can find. I’ve given everything else away.
A friend gives me a threadbare (as requested) face towel that can fit in a small space and dry easily.”

She doesn’t have a lot of cold-weather clothes (not that you’d need them for summer in Antigua) but buying new clothes in different communities becomes a big part of what shapes her travels.

Definitely makes me feel like getting rid of the computer speakers, among other things.

I’m going to apply for Servas and the Hospitality Club to get things started. Both of them are organizations that offer housing to travelers.

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books, directing

Brrrrrrontes

Read Villette yesterday, at the rec of Christopher at Bloomsbury. Pretty depressing, Charlotte.

Jemal MacNeil and I are putting in a co-directing pitch for EYE MOUTH GRAFFITI BODYSHOP – I’m inspired partly in this by Bill and Tracy’s work on MMC, but party just by trusting Jemal as a collaborator. I think our ideas together are already better than what I ever could have come up with on my own.

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film, Germany

The Lives of Others

Saw the incredible film, DAS LEBEN DER ANDEREN last night with Kersti and Jeremy. Not only were parts of it shot in Kreuzberg, I think, on streets I recognize – not only did a prominent director kill himself early on in the film for not being able to do his work any more, blacklisted by the Stasi – not only did it make me, again, love German arts and artists –

it left all three of us feeling shallow and hopeless for the meaninglessness of our own American artmaking. I almost resolved to abandon my own writing projects.

Actor: I put on costumes and say lines all day…

In the morning, I am less compelled to abandon the projects, but more to learn their political meaning – and to write with the urgency and passion of one who could be killed for doing it, and the gratitude of one who doesn’t have to fear art.

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Uncategorized

Note’s 08 Season

Successfully moved to my couch-surfing location where I’ll be until 8/13. And very pleasantly surprised to find that I spoke too soon about EYE MOUTH GRAFFITI BODYSHOP not being in the 08 season – it is, and as an off-night with Stadium Devildare! I think this is fantastic…:) Here’s the 08 season at the best little theater company in Los Angeles, the most avant of the avant garde, Theatre of (who loves you, baby?) NOTE:

2008 Season (2/14 – 3/22)
MAINSTAGE: Stadium Devildare
Producers: Stewart Skelton, Steven Biggs & Rich Werner

OFF-NIGHT – Eyemouth Graffitti Bodyshop (2/26 – 3/26) Multiple characters
Producer: Justin Alston

MAINSTAGE:
He Asked for It by Erik Patterson (4/25 – 6/1) 5Males, 1Female
Producer: David Bickford

LATE NIGHT: Indecent Acts (5/2-5/31)
To include:
Luna by Jason Grote (3 actors)
Room 17C by Roslyn Drexler (2 male, 1 female)
Glancing at the War by Coleman Hough (2F, 1M)
True Love Waits by Boo Killebrew (3F, 1M)

MAINSTAGE: They’re Just Like Us by Boo Killebrew (6/27 – 8/-3) 4F, 5M

OFF NIGHT: This Contract Limits our Liabilities by Joshua Fardon (7/2 – 7-31) 3F, 2M
(off-nite) Producers: Kiff Scholl & Kelsey Wedeem

MAINSTAGE Mantis and Death Collections by Jaqueline Wright (8/29 – 10/5) 4 – 10 Actors
Supporting producers: Jaqueline Wright and Joe Foster

LATE NIGHT: 5 Minute Plays to be composed of submissions by NOTE writers – 1 hr. show (9/5 – 10/4)

Holy Mother of Hadley New York by Barbara Wiechmann (11/7 – 12/14)
Producers: Esther Williams, Lisa Clifton and Julia Prud’homme

JANUARY 2009
FILM by Pat McGowan (multiple roles)

Color me excited.

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theater

From the You’re-Not-Going-To-Be-Young-Forever department…

I subscribe to the Sonnet-A-Day email newsletter, but this one continues to be my favorite, because Ted assigned it to me to memorize. God, it was hard to understand at the time. I remember that trying to hold all the twists and turns of its power in my brain made my head explode. It was so hard not to let it all tumble out at “my lovely boy”…I have to remember that the next time I’m glibly giving someone the note to “not play the end at the beginning”

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O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time’s fickle glass, his fickle hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show’st
Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st.
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit (though delayed) answered must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.

Reminds me, every time, of Ronsard:

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, à la chandelle,
Assise aupres du feu, devidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous esmerveillant :
Ronsard me celebroit du temps que j’estois belle.

Lors, vous n’aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle,
Desja sous le labeur à demy sommeillant,
Qui au bruit de mon nom ne s’aille resveillant,
Benissant vostre nom de louange immortelle.

Je seray sous la terre et fantaume sans os :
Par les ombres myrteux je prendray mon repos :
Vous serez au fouyer une vieille accroupie,

Regrettant mon amour et vostre fier desdain.
Vivez, si m’en croyez, n’attendez à demain :
Cueillez dés aujourd’huy les roses de la vie.

(Take that, beautiful people who won’t sleep with writers immediately! How dare you!)

The funny thing is, of course, that I think Shakespeare and Ronsard wrote better poems from the heat of the constant rejection than they would have if they’d been accepted.

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