Archive for May, 2006

The Death of Deadly Theatre

Tuesday, May 30th, 2006

Reading through The Empty Space I am struck by how frequently the concept of death arises. Death and the “Deadly Theatre” are a common refrain throughout the book. It has been four or so years since last reading it amidst the chaos of graduate school, so perhaps I did not read it close enough. Sure I remember the general ideas but the book is so subtle and precise in a freely unfolding sort of way that I just did not remember.

In comments to this discussion Alison wonders how bad the theatre scene really is in the United States. For it does seem that the line ‘Theatre is dead’ comes up with such a frequency that either it is true or everyone here is insane. While I will in no way answer definitively the latter, the former issue I do think can be addressed rather directly. The book is divided into four sections, The Deadly Theatre, The Holy Theatre, The Rough Theatre and The Immediate Theatre. A common misperception, and one I believe leads to the ‘theatre is dead’ line is the belief that these four “Theatre’s” are physical institutions. That theses names are proper nouns describing distinct places or organizations. In fact nothing could be further from the truth.

Right from the start Brook says that while they might sometimes exist in a literal way they will often also mix “within one single moment, the four of them, Holy, Rough, Immediate and Deadly.” This metaphoric usage of the terms is how they get applied through his writing. Discussing the Holy Theatre he jumps from Ancient Greece to post-War Germany showing instances of the Holy Theatre arising out of the ashes. The manner in which he describes the Deadly Theatre ‘always lurking’ in the shadows of the soul clearly indicates the more metaphoric conception is closest to the truth of the situation. The calcified and static nature of the deadly theatre is not fixed. But it does have great power of inertia. It is a constant struggle to remain free of the deadly, to free the artistic soul from the confines of rote cliched action.

Martin Heidegger wrote extensively about ontology. About how our Being, our Self, is the sum of our actions in the world. Being. That fundamental question of philosophy, “what am ‘I’?” was asked deeply and authentically. The answer was to re-conceive the self not as a ‘Thing’ but as a complex of actions. From a noun to a verb, or more precisely a gerund. This laid the foundation of Existentialism among other things. It was the first time in human thought that the self was seen as more than a mere object or an object that thinks. Action. Praxis. This was previously seen as secondary to the ‘thingness’ of being. Through his work, Heidegger transformed how we understand our Self at the very core essence of our Being.

In this same way we must learn to look at the ‘Death of Theatre’ and the Deadly Theatre, not as some objective fact, but as a way of acting. A way of Being. There is no way to stop the Deadly Theatre. It can not be eliminated once and for all with a powerful stroke of the pen. Rather it is an impulse that always already exists within the potential of any work or any artists. It is not bad in any moral sense. It is however, a mode of being that each one of us must choose for ourselves whether or not we desire to inhabit. It is a choice. And as artists we must look into our Self and see if that mode of being is truly an Authentic mode of action for us.

Perhaps reducing theatre to be the same as every other aspect of consumer culture is an authentic means of resisting the deadly. Perhaps product placement on stages and brief commercial interludes will help to bring about the final destruction of the deadly. But I doubt it. No action is isolated. The energies that we set in motion with our acts continue long after we have forgotten them. Their workings may become more and more subtle as time goes on, but they are still there moving forever down stream.

Perhaps the deadly is nothing more than the inertia of the unawakened soul. It is Humanity before language, when we lacked anything definitive to separate us from other primates. The inertia of millennia against the short span of human linguistic consciousness. For it is a very short time that we have existed able to conceive abstractly of our own Being. The matrix of understanding that language affords us is novel within the grand scheme of the history of our planet.

The lure of the deadly is that it is simple. It is quite easy to rest upon the inertia of geologic time rather than to support ones Self. This is why the simple entertainments of television are so popular. It is easy and reassuring to sit idle and have reductionist ideas spoon fed to you. It is something quite different to have your entire way of being in the world set in sharp relief from your authentic soul. To struggle against the deadly is a life’s work. And we fail all the time. Like the Bodhisatva’s vow, though it be unattainable we strive to attain it. Because this work is impossible. If you think it is possible you get worn out through frustration. But embracing the danger of impossibility, that is liberation. The very acceptance of powerlessness is the path to the greatest power of all. Authentic freedom in action.

The summer has only begun and already next fall begins to take shape. I had a wonderful meeting with a director this afternoon about a show in November. A one man piece filled with madness and delirium. It is a difficult and appropriately challenging text. While it may be possible for the deadly to creep in, it looks to be quite a vital and exciting work. While this work naturally brings out a thrilling authentic response, it is always difficult to do that with shows for money. The simple entertainments and events that serve to pay rent but do not fill the soul can easily cause one to fall into a ‘deadly’ mindset. It is finding the same fulfillment in these works that is a true challenge.

Manhattan Day 2

Sunday, May 28th, 2006

I think this is the first consecutive 24 hours I have spent in Manhattan since leaving NYU. I have to say I like it. Living in Manhattan during grad school was a bit too much. I left for Brooklyn after my first year never intending to live in this Borough again. But now I have come to better terms with the city and its pace suits me well.

It was a bit disturbing to hear this news. George provides a refreshing view of and insight into the theatrical world. His drawing of aesthetic parallels across mediums is wonderful to read. It is a loos the the theatre blog world if he stays away.

I have been rereading The Empty Space recently. I find that amusing in light of this. I am considering a series of entries based on each of the four chapters in the book.

P.S. “blog” is not included in LiveJournal’s spellcheck. A little ironic, don’t ya think?

Back in Manhattan

Saturday, May 27th, 2006

I spent yesterday and today moving from Queens to Manhattan. Relatively painless all things considered. Its quite an energetic change from the nearly suburban Astoria to the much more urban Washington Heights.

After living in the outer boroughs for most of my time in New York it is interesting to back in Manhattan. There is something, though it is difficult to put ones finger on about how it is different. I was at a holiday party last December talking to an English woman who said she had to live in Manhattan or her friends from across the ocean would not believe they were in New York City. Manhattan is what most people think when they think of New York. And there is a real energetic difference between it and the rest of the Boroughs.

Internet connectivity issues and working on a few projects may keep my posting to a minimum for the immediate future. I am currently at alt.coffe in the village. A spot that will probably become anachronistic soon once Manhattan gets fully wire(less)ed.

I had an interesting conversation with my friend who was helping me move. He is a set decorator for a daytime Soap opera. We were talking about artistic styles and how as artists age there is a risk of falling into a routine of formulaic solutions that work. That there is a fine line between style and habit. But the conversation veered towards the role of specificity in artistic production. How as an individuals ‘voice’ matures so too does the specificity with which one employs that voice.

I think of Richard Foreman’s last show, which at a certain level could be seen as ‘Richard Foreman with video,’ as a good example of this. Despite this perception from people, hearing him talk about the project and how it was a radical departure and shift in content and form gives a wonderful insight into how he sees. The disconnect between what an average audience might perceive and what Foreman envisions goes to show how profoundly specific his working style is. The level of attention to detail that he places in his works is astounding, and on that level ‘Foreman with video’ is a serious and radical transformation.

The role of the designer in a sense is the opposite. As the work matures, it seems, the individual Ego should become less and less apparent. The ability to seamlessly switch from one medium to another should be done with sleek alacrity. The ‘voice’ here emerges in much more subtle and at the same time profound ways. Working upon the subconscious rather than the conscious modes of perception.

Back to work now.

Framing devices and the illusion of novelty

Thursday, May 25th, 2006

A common characteristic of the literature and art of all exploiting classes in their period of decline is the contradiction between their reactionary content and their artistic form.
There is in fact no such thing as art for art’s sake, art that stands above the classes, art that is detached from or independent of politics.
What we demand is the unity of politics and art, the unity of content and form, the unity of revolutionary political content and the highest possible perfection of artistic form.

–Mao Tsetung
(Yenan Forum on Literature & Art. 1934)

This disturbs me to no end. Sure there are potentially beneficial means in which this could be used. Advertising performances prior to a show could bring about a whole new revolution of thinking and conceiving of the art form. But I am highly skeptical. Every day I am bombarded by advertising. The subway fills my eyes with posters, my email flashes ads at me and delivers them right into my inbox. I walk down the street and hear barkers calling for me to buy a new cell phone and flashing neon telling me about yet another final blowout sale. In the end I must say I am unimpressed. And I love neon, it is truly beautiful, but when there is no contrast it just gives me a headache.

In our current media saturated world it is easy to fall into thinking that advertising in a new context is a new idea. Afterall because it is everywhere we percieve novelty when it shows up someplace new, when in fact it is last years fruit cake wrapped in new paper. But I have been hearing rather shrill defenses of this reactionary propagation of the same sick corruption of public space that infects every other aspect of post-industrial modernity. And they fall flat to my reckoning.

Our culture has gone so far off track that it is incapable of perceiving its own illness. The past is something to be rejected and hated. The future is perceived as nothing more than novelty. It is new new new. But this novelty is an illusion. We must buy a new car every three years in order to keep up. This attitude truly saddens me. It is a reflection of an ideology of waste that leads us to consume fossil fuels as quickly as possible. To cut down rain forests and watch glaciers melt into vapor. It amazes me at times how unaware we are of the cultural sickness we are embroiled in. This is the same thing that has been going on since the decadence of the Roman Empire. This is nothing new, just different packaging and a more efficient delivery system.

There is a tendency in American thinking towards a futurist attitude. And before I go on I must say I consider myself a futurist and see great potential in forward thinking. It led us to form the first modern democracy and it got us to the moon. It also gave us manifest destiny which led to the wholesale slaughter of the native peoples of America. A policy so ruthless in its destructive capability that it was the model on which Hitler based his extermination of the Jews in Europe. Futurism has a wonderful potential, but it becomes dangerous when it is embraced blindly due to no merit other than its perceived novelty.

While I am not a quaker myself I have known quite a few throughout my life. Their ethos of decision making is one that offers a powerful alternative to the fast paced blindness of contemporaneity. Quaker communities believe in consensus. Not majority rule, consensus. If one member of a community holds up a red flag the issue is debated and waited upon until all are in accord. And then action proceeds. This is a mode of being almost diametrically opposed to the MTV jump-cut reality we face everyday. James Turrell is a light artist and quaker. It is clear to see in his solemn contemplative work a deeper spiritual understanding about the nature of time and consciousness.

pendulum

Most of us are firmly entrenched in the spectacular post-industrial capitalism which, like a virus, has infected us to the core. It may feel like there is no way out. Yet there is. Every resistance is a means of salvation. Every time we turn off the television in favor of powerful visceral works of art we break the chains of totalizing capitalism. Yet the recouperative qualities of the spectacle are always on the lookout to recapture lost ground. To feed authenticity back into the meat grinder of reductionist entertainment. We are all at the mercy of the machine, this cultural pasturization that is difficult to escape. As Saul Williams asks, “how much will it cost to buy you out of buyin’ into a reality that originally bought you? ”

The stage is a canvas. A canvas upon which we as theatre artists paint our collective vision of the beautiful. Everything from the moment one enters the door informs the theatrical experience. Most commercial theatre frames the event within a formal audience space. The house is always the same, the same red carpets and gilt balconies. One of the best things for me about the Broadway run of Urine Town was the way the entire theatre was part of the design. From the moment you walked through the door, you knew that this was something different. That it dealt with issues larger than the frame of the proscenium.

Theatre is a business. It is a hard business, where one must struggle uphill at every turn in order to make their living creating art. It never is easy. When you work in a field where you know that even if you reach the very top levels of achievement the monetary compensation will only barely begin repaying the years of sleepless nights and endless struggle, you want your work respected. When you work like this it becomes very sad very quickly to cheapen that work in the way that this holds the potential to.

I suppose in the end nearly everyone has their price. But what is that price and what do you get out if it? One of the things I observed from Urine Town and my Seven Deadly Sins is that the art begins at the door, or earlier. The experience begins the moment the decision is made in the audience member to engage with the work. Thus it is incumbent upon us as creators of the work to craft and guide that experience as deftly and precisely as possible. Rigorous attention must be paid to everything from the decor of the house to the cell phone announcement, for these all frame the experience. That attention to detail, that rigorous care and concern with the totality of the experience makes for some powerful and truly moving works of art.

Red Swirl

Wednesday, May 24th, 2006

Red_swirl

This is a lighting rendering generated in Vectorworks.
More here.

Poetic Realism

Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006

I was recently reading Cloud Tectonics by Jose Rivera and it got me thinking about poetry. I have written before about the prosaic and the poetic and while that discussion was limited to adverbs I wonder how the distinctions between the nouns themselves operate. What makes something prose and something else poetry? Can a visual image be poetry or is it only poetic? Do these distinctions mean anything or are they simply clever language games?

Cloud Tectonics I would argue is as much a dramatic poem as it is a theatre piece. Rivera’s work often gets the label Magical Realism and while that is a fine label it seems to me much more Poetic Realism. The magic exists, but that is not the point. It may be part of the point, but it feels to me more a technique for achieving some end rather than an end in itself. The poetry, however, feels like an end in itself. The point is the poetry.

And this I think gets at the heart of the poetic mentality. Poetry is not a “Form” or a “Medium” or a “Genre.” Rather poetry is a way of Being. It is a mode of existence. Poetry is a mode of existence that runs directly counter to the mass consumerist monolith of contemporary socio-artistic reality. I was listening to a Dharma talk yesterday by Shugen Sensei. The topic of Tibet came up and someone asked something to the effect of “Is it possible to have a Buddhist revolution against the Chinese government.” His response was that Buddhism is the revolution. The meditative life, like the poetic life, does not show a way out of the suffering and dehumanizing tendencies of modern reality. It is the way out of suffering and dehumanization.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

I have been thinking a lot lately about the relationship of spiritual practice to ones life work. To me the two are interchangeable and ultimately indistinguishable. My introduction to Zazen began around the age of 11. I studied Aikido from age 7, but changed Dojo’s around 11 years old. At this new Dojo I was placed in a mixed ages class. The end of each class would have a very short (5-10 minute) sit and a brief talk. I also at some point began meditating on my own. My relationship to meditation has been an on again off again one. I will go years without and then suddenly jump back to doing 30 minute sittings.

A few weeks ago I did a meditation workshop. While it was not Zen, I noticed far more similarities than differences. Or rather the differences were inconsequential. What was significant was the relationship between breath and awareness. This seems to be a fundamental connection between all mystical traditions. At least from my knowledge. The breath is what binds all living things in common action. People breathe. Animals breathe. Fish breathe. Plants breathe. Fungi breathe. I am sure if we had the patience we would find out that oceans breathe and rocks breathe.

Breath is life reduced to a single poetic action. In the breath we become a revolving door between an inner infinity and an outer infinity. We become the still point in the storm. The opening between two chambers of an hourglass. My spiritual practice has been one of the most powerful and profound influences on my thinking and my work. Be it sitting or dancing, my spiritual activity, this reconnecting with the infinite self gives me awareness that I can bring to bare on my daily life. But this activity is not separate from daily life, it is daily life.

Sitting at a drafting table working out the angles of the lights is a spiritual practice. Reading through a script and breaking down the actions is a spiritual practice. Finding the poetic center of self and bringing it to bare on these ultimately mundane tasks is a spiritual practice. This is the poetic life. This, the mundane sensory world, is poetic realism. Sometimes we may forget the magic, but is always there. Waiting.

Familial Poetry

Monday, May 22nd, 2006

My father Richard Krech recently went in for a major back surgery. The outcome has been overwhelmingly positive, better it seems than was anticipated. I spent some time in California with the rest of my family and him. We talked of many things and spent the better part of an afternoon going over much of his writing. He is a lawyer by profession but also and before that, a poet.

The ‘Preface’ to his 1976 The Incompleat Works of Richard Krech reads

you must think of it as a dance
the Way the Players move
from table to table

the Way they take each other home.

learning survival
.the cool world outside our fingertips
just shot away . . .

the tape recorder, hypodermic needle
just end-points of a culture
blasted by technology.

find the Real path out of the jungle,
miss neither forest nor trees.
leave no fingerprints
at the scene of the crime,

fly safely
and take care of your brother.

your sister is waiting on the bed
or the bar stool.

for your rough hands and soft mouth.

the pull of gravity affecting tides.
civilizations lose their grip
as years pass.

the 8 ball heading towards the pocket

After a ’25 year line break’ he returned to writing poetry on the 18th of March 2001 with this

The statue with no face and broken legs
no longer stares out at the long green valley.

The frightened men have shattered their own
image. They
diminish themselves as they step beyond
their banal legacy of oppression
and turn to destroying the very history of the world.

The statue no longer stares out at Bamiyan valley.
The enlightened gaze takes in the reflection
still.

From a small chapbook published in 2005 he includes a number of his more recent poems including Ecological Hegemony

The morning glory
would take over the world if you let it,
she said

I failed to see
any downside
to that proposition
& resolved not to stand
in its way.

Creating Dynamic Peace

Friday, May 19th, 2006

Momus makes an interesting point about the relationship between art and politics. Using the metaphor of textures and talking of an anti-war noise band he disagrees with the efficacy of their work in saying “I disagree with this. Two quotes here: Susan Sontag said that rock music was “aggressive normality”, a loud noise on behalf of the status quo. And Gandhi said “Be the change you want to see in the world”. (Not “angrily demand it from your representatives”, note: be it.)”

This is an important point for both activists and politically minded artists. At a certain level it is simply a matter of contrast.

Scenario 1:
Person A yells.
Person B yells back.

Outcome:
No difference.

Scenario 2:
Person A Yells.
Person B replies quietly deliberately and forcefully

Outcome:
Person A looks like a bafoon.

This is a simple principal in acting. If everyone yells we lose the drama. If there is variation, the texture in the writing comes out more strongly. It is a good and solid technique. It is also a good way to live life. To get ‘angry’ and flustered and start yelling is to already lose. You are no longer in control. AND you are no longer peaceful.

The same thing is true of fear. If you allow yourself to be consumed by fear you can not be brave, you can only endure. If nothing else this is simply exhausting. But the expenditure of willpower to overcome the fear and the anger and live with peace and stability is ultimately something that can feed your soul much stronger than nearly anything else. It is not about ignoring emotions and being cold. It is being in full touch with your emotions and knowing that like thoughts they are part of the illusion. The necessary illusion of human existence.

Yesterday I had been surfing the internet looking for audio clips of speeches by Che Guevara. I found one and while I was waiting for Quicktime to load the rather large file I pressed play on my iTunes. A Tibetan prayer chant came on and as I went back to work listening to the chant I almost totally forgot about the audio clip I had set for download. Several minutes later the forceful and powerful voice of Che mixed into the prayer for peace. A whole amazing new layer to both emerged from the juxtaposition of the two. An accidental Fugue.

A soft melodic prayer for peace was underscoring a UN speech about how ‘Peaceful Co-Existence’ can not just be between the superpowers. But rather, for peaceful co-existence to be an authentic value it must extend to all peoples of the world. And yes I understand that these words of his exist within the same man who was more than willing to execute any opposition to the Cuban Revolution. And perhaps that is the point. Perhaps his inability to find peaceful co-existance on the micro level contributed to a world where it was not possible on the macro level.

Be the change you want to see in the world

When you live with a set of values deeply rooted in your Self, no matter what language you use or styles you employ, those values will come forth. The radical intellectualism of Beckett for example, holds within it some of the most tender and human emotions. I found the style of the film Derrida rather dull and self conscious. However, a number of the interviews were absolutely fascinating. At one point he is sitting with his wife, in the kitchen I believe, and is asked about why he never writes about love. He gives a wry smile to his wife and says something to the effect of ‘everything I write is about love.’

When you open yourself up to authentic experience there is no part of You that is left out. When you create from a place of total openness and ‘self’-less-ness, the whole of your non-ego Self is allowed to come forth and aid in the creation. Just as a play could not happen without the director, actors, designers, stage managers, riggers, carpenters, PR department, janitors etc. so too is it impossible for an action to happen without the entirety of experience behind it.

So when you create or when you simply act in the world, how you act is as important as what you do. Are you coming from a place of violence and control? Or rather are you acting from a place of calm and peace. Are you the still point around which the chaos of life whirls or an aggressive agent forcing change on an already tumultuous Earth? Perhpas you understand that these dichotomies do not really exist and are nothing more than linguistic constructs.

Be the change you want to see and you will see the world changed.

We must approach creativity as a collaborative process of mutual exploration. There is no end goal, no ideas of progress or success or failure. There is only motion, interaction, curiosity and play. The idea is not to “change the world” ; the world is in a constant state of change. The idea is to direct this change in a way that allows human beings to recognize the reality of their freedom, creativity, and collaboration in the whole process.

Busy day Links

Thursday, May 18th, 2006

No writing from me, but I offer you some emerging perspectives, Absurdity, Insanity, and the End of Post-Modernism.

Oh, and tomorrow night my friend Lucian Ban, a brilliant jazz pianist, plays at Cornelia Street Cafe.

Updated Copyright info

Wednesday, May 17th, 2006

I have changed the copyright on this journal from All Rights Reserved to a Creative Commons licence.

Does anyone on LJ know how to include the licence on the rss feed? I can’t seem to find the info anywhere.

All material Creative Commons License 2006
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.5 License.
Use of any material on this site requires a link back to the source post or the inclusion of the main url(lucaskrech.livejournal.com) if included in a non-HTML format.<!–

–>

As always, if you enjoy reading this feel free to donate


Creative Commons License

All text on this site, unless otherwise noted, is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All other rights reserved.