At Whitman College in Walla Walla WA, Nov 13 thru Nov 17 2013
Here are photos of Susan Gratch’s set and of some of the cast of Larissa Kokernot’s production of The Thugs. It goes up tomorrow at Occidental College in Los Angeles, CA. Plays Nov 7 thru Nov 9 2013
Directed by David Haugen. Ohio University Theater, Athens OH, Oct 30 thru Nov 9, 2013
Photo by Hengki Koentjoro.
I think this is beautiful.
Imagine a world where words are unnecessary. Where light has weight.
And where there might be nothing below you and nothing above you.
Jonathan Amores (Eddie) and Max Tachis (Frank) in The Drunken City at Renegade Theatre Experiment, San Jose CA, Sept 2013
The future is a parable, one that the spectator tells to himself; sometimes others are affected by it, although many who are affected by it mistake the parable for a plan or a promise or a vision. - from John Crowley’s essay, Future as Parable, Harper’s November 2013
In this essay, Crowley explains that Orwell’s 1984 is a parable rather than an prediction. He believes Orwell wrote his book in response to the work of philosopher and futurologist James Burnham, who thought a managerial class of bureaucrats and technocrats and administrators would ascend to power, leaving the rest of us to “subsist as dependents, happily enough, controlled by propaganda.”
Crowley writes: In Burnham’s future, Orwell concludes, “humanity is divided into two classes: the self-seeking, hypocritical minority, and the brainless mob whose destiny is always to be led or driven, as one gets a pig back to the sty by kicking it on the bottom or by rattling a stick inside a swill-bucket, according to the needs of the moment. And this beautiful pattern is to continue forever.”
And there: the genesis of 1984.
In 1984, Orwell has O’Brien say to Winston Smith: “We know that that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it…Power is not a means, it is an end…The object of power is power.”
But importantly, Crowley says in 1984 Orwell has written a parable, not a prediction of the future.
Crowley again: “People, real people, Orwell knew, would simply not give into the 1984 model, not for long; the drive to power for power’s sake could never be as powerful as that. 1984, with it’s reversed date, was a blackly comic version of Burnham’s predictions and therefore an encouragement: whatever troubles we are going to suffer, that world will not come to pass. Be kind; take heart; do your best. “One cannot always make positive prophesies.” Orwell says, “but there are times when one ought to be able to make negative ones.”
I love Crowley’s essay.
How many predictions of the future have we decided are inevitable? How many parables have we mistaken for truths?
What a good reminder of the untamable nature of the human animal, how thrilling to remember that despite the best efforts of the the boss, the worker will still find time for herself. And that despite the promise of a future decided, there is always a quiet little way to change your mind.
And there is a good chance the future won’t look anything like we think it will.
Directed by Ken Prestininzi. Connecticut College, New London CT, Oct 17 thru Oct 20 2013
All of it is illusion, the pains in my body, my thoughts about myself, my stuff, my relationships, my anything. The light, the world, all of it will melt away and does. I should enjoy it, experience it as it flows away.
Instead, I feel nauseated when I feel something pull away from me. I resist. My body tries to distract me so I won’t have to see it go. A sore back, tight shoulders, aching feet. And so I visit my fear of a disintegrating body, my fears of the future, and on and on, even thinking about how I am afraid and noticing myself thinking. Anything to avoid the moment and to avoid being in the changing flow and nothing solidness of the world shifting around and through me.
Louisiana State University Theatre, Baton Rouge LA, Oct 16 thru Oct 27 2013
All drama comes from conflict. You want something and something else is in your way and suddenly there’s the conflict and there’s the start of your play.
You are in a room with a door. But the door is locked. Or better, there is no door. “Where is the door? I wanna get outa here!” Because there’s a tiger in the room with you. Or there is a murderer in the room, standing between you and the door. Or the room is pitch black. And you can’t see the door. And there might be a murderer in the room somewhere. Or there is a fire starting to burn in one of the corners of the room. Or a baby is crying on the other side of the locked door. And maybe the tiger is out there, looking at the baby, and all you can do is watch though the little window in the door.
In a farce, the door keeps moving. In a mystery play “Where is the gosh darn door?” In a tragedy or a comedy (which is which depends on how quickly the characters talk) the door might be too small.
By the way, as soon as you open the door and get what you want, the play is over.