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And speaking of Eric Bentley…

He’s not dead! In fact, he’ll turn 91 on September 14. Here are some links:

Interview with director Robert Hupp in 1996
Columbia’s 90th birthday party for him
NY Times on his life and legacy. Can I just say how much I hate NYTimes Select, and how they are damaging their ability to become part of the online dialogue and conversation by making their articles cost money to access after time has passed? I hate them! They should at least let you watch a commercial like Salon to get to the article.
Wikipedia bio.

I do think Upstage needs a “dead or alive” feature.

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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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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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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”

126

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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Wishlist 2007

Straw poll from NOTE is in and neither of the two plays I was most passionate about, CURRENT and EYE MOUTH, are in the lineup. Time to plan to do them elsewhere. I thought it’d be fun to start a list of the projects I really want to direct:

FLATLAND (and adapt)
EYE MOUTH GRAFFITI BODYSHOP by Ron Allen
CURRENT by Aaron Henne
UNTITLED W.H. AUDEN BALLAD PROJECT
“Victor was a little boy,
Into this world he came,
His father took him on his knee and said,
Don’t dishonor the family name…”
THE MISANTHROPE (re-translate)
THE WIZARD OF OZ (choral)
OEDIPUS (choral)
All the Greeks, but starting with this one.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
SOMETHING CLOUDY, SOMETHING CLEAR (All I do is rip off Ted)
LONG DAY’S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT (And Jean-Marie Apostolides’ production of this was so amazing – I just love the play so much I’d be ready to go on that journey again…)
L’ILLUSION COMIQUE
THE PHILANDERER
THE REAL THING (for old times’ sake…Elizabeth, Fran, & Gary…)
SUNDIATA PROJECT
BEOWULF (so long in the making, and pre-empted by Taymor, but hell…)
GILGAMESH (Dan and Cindy kind of have a jump on this one)
HAMLET
THE COUNTRY WIFE (very high on the list)
THE SEAGULL (Am I finally growing up into Chekhov?)

I think this is going to have to migrate into a wishlist page.

I don’t know why I’m so damn excited about a choral Oz all of a sudden, except that I always think of that “Follow the yellow brick road…” stychomythia as the perfect example of erfroren – gestaffelt – zusammen development (and I think that means frozen – staggered – together, but obviously, my German’s not what it was and it was never much!)

Follow the yellow brick road…A choral Oz with a cast of like fifty. Obviously in the reality of unemployment, my dreams are as big as they can get.

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My Suitcase Weighs Me Down With Memories

Zack and Pam are gone. It was so much fun having them here. I’m letting the sun go down on me as I pack and playing songs that make me sad. Like”When The Night Comes” by Joe Cocker. I remember lying under a blanket senior year and floating away into a sea of self-pity on this music.

To think that he was taken for
A wise man in the Civil War,
A stalwart servant of the King –
Does that all count for anything
Now his brain has all gone poof –
It’s just Tartuffe, Tartuffe, Tartuffe.

My OSF housing is done with Tartuffe being open, but I have two more weeks here before I make my way to SF, and then north. Boy, it’d be cool if I could come back and see how Tony, etc. have grown into it later on in the run… Seattle, help me out here.

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Aspirin Doesn’t Work

I woke up early this morning and revised my resume for SHARES meetings with folks from Utah Shakes and San Jose Rep. It was very interesting. I remember finagling my way into a meeting with folks from SJ Rep when I was 22 and not having a clue what to say to them. I think this one went fairly well – there may actually be some synergies between SJ’s education program and this whole improvised choral theater business…I have to make up some real materials on it.

And Utah! Their AD program is only a few years old, and there’s apparently some room for flexibility. They haven’t chosen 08 ADs yet. Fingers crossed.

It’s been a couple days of information-getting: Mara B and David C gave me some rundowns on Chicago and Canadian theater, respectively, which I’ll post here soon.

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You’re going to be Tartuffified

Our last rehearsal was short and sweet – about half an hour of notes and a couple quick fixes in the ever-rehearsed Dorine-Orgon-Mariane scene.

Director: Just hold for the laugh, darling.

Actor: When I run out of lines, I’m just going to stop talking.
Actor: That’s what we all try to do here.

I saw AS YOU afterwards and really enjoyed it. It’s such a beautiful play. And I have to say that I thought the setting in the American Depression and the vague shadow of twenties-era mobs was lovely. Charles the Wrestler was so slimy.

If anything, I think the forest of Arden should have perhaps had some kind of public works project going on in it – or more of an equal air of dirt and dust and industry and inter-war. That damn forest kills me every time, just like in Kirsten’s production at Noise Within – it’s so hard to stage. Larissa’s set designer had an interesting take, I remember. My favorite “forest drop” of the year is definitely Rachel Hauck’s in the closed Cherry Orchard.

Then Tartuffe opened last night. I had Jeremy (R&J SM) and his wife Kay, who sings in R&J, sitting to my left, and Zack and Pam to my right. Mallory (director of marketing) and her family were in front of me. I could see Bill and Peter if I peered up and to the right. The Bowmer is such a schmooze-house – you can look up in the mirrors and glance all around the angled seats and see everybody.

A successful opening, though not as ebullient as the second preview – that audience had helium tubes in their armrests or something. Richard Howard had some fantastic new takes out front that I’d never seen before – he was cracking me, Jeremy, and Kay up.

Afterwards, we had a champagne toast backstage, with Libby passing the baton, and then all went to Martino’s. Zack, as usual, put his finger right on the problem with the script – why does Orgon take Tartuffe in so easily and so completely?

Drinks with Peter, Frank, Tony and his wife Robin, Zack and Pam. Frank and Zack got into a discussion about cities and Borges and labyrinths. It was really cool, if by “cool” you mean “deeply surreal.” My brother is talking to Frank Galati about architecture and the human heart and Murakami. My two worlds are one.

Spent today packing and sleeping off a hangover.

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It’s Never Too Late…

to get out of rehearsal two hours early.

The last director I was working with never would have ended a rehearsal so early, especially not the one before second preview. Which may have been good, and may have been bad.

Our preview last night relaxed the entire group, if only because Moliere saved us. His unornamented speeches, unadorned by any production conceits, were what got the biggest reactions. Dorine talking about horny angry old women, Tartuffe’s pious lust and Jansenist seduction…”Hardly anything’s taboo…” were most successful.

So I guess I can’t blame us for ending early. With a play like this…
“With us, Madame, you can’t go wrong.”
you’re almost guaranteed success.

Notes session was much less acrimonious. Sense of relief.
Because a) the preview was good,
and b) we typed out the notes so people could glance at them as we went through them – so no one was surprised verbally and felt defensive.

This director gives everyone everybody’s notes. Interesting.

Actor: I fucked up my monologue.
Director: To your credit, we’ve never worked it in the hall – I think it’s time.

We are so underrehearsed from a text point of view.

Director: I don’t know if it makes a lot of sense from the inside, but from the outside it looks just fine.

Le scandale du monde est ce qui fait l’offense.
It’s scandal that creates the sin.
If there’s no scandal, there’s no sin.
If there’s no sandal, there’s no skin…

We end early, having again polished Tartuffe-Elmire to perfection, given short shrift to Valere-Mariane, and for my money there are still huge pace problems in the first act.

But the director is a more relaxed artist than I am, and I think he may have something to teach me. The actors were so happy to get out early. I wonder if I don’t trust plays enough. He certainly has a great degree of trust in this one.

The stage manager told me that pace problems would iron out over the first two weeks of the run. It’s so strange working here, when you feel like throwing away the first 2 weeks. Anywhere else, that’s half your run, if you’re lucky.

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From the Rehearsal-Before-First-Preview-Dept.

Director: The fourth wall is a very tender membrane, and if you punch through it too abruptly, it’s not going to feel good from the other side.

Lazzi #784: Pulling on someone’s cape string makes them burp. Doesn’t make it into the production, but it has a remarkable tenacity in my head. This and the banana.

Dramaturg: This is the big entrance.
Actor: Just from an actor’s point of view, it doesn’t help to know that this is the big entrance. All I can do is walk on stage. That’s all I signed up to do.

Discussion about if Tartuffe sees Dorine at his entrance, and if so, how he reacts. Moliere has “apercevant Dorine.” We’re trying to get a window into his pre-seeing-Dorine psyche.

Lots of talk about what Moliere would have done.

A: We’re getting Stanley dressed.
B: You’re giving Stanley a rest?
A: We’re getting Stanley dressed.
C: Stanley’s under arrest?

It’s never too late (although this is rather eleventh-hour) to discover word choices, weights, motivations…

Who will believe thee, Isabelle?

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