Tuesday, May 30, 2006

We are not British

I can explain my absence for the past few weeks from the blog but Ram wants to have some fun at my expense, so I am being gracious about it. Not that I have much choice in the matter.

Your post set me thinking, Harriet. And it has personal resonance for me. As someone who attempts to teach creative writing in Bangalore, I often wonder whether creative forms of writing can ever be taught. And if one does dabble in it, is it at all possible not to inflict and impose my own frameworks on students. The consolation I draw is that I must be often falling into the trap of 'teaching,' but that's only part of the picture. The students on their own are smart enough to internalise what they want and discard what appears to be useless to them and linking what is useful to them to their own individual voice.
As to whether the court imposes its own form and style on international students and tries to take them away from more indigeneous forms of theatre; that is a debate that can never be settled to anyone's satisfaction. At least India has been so eclectic and in many ways adaptive to new art forms over centuries that every invasion brought with it, it is difficult to any longer own the Natya Shastra as the only Indian treatise on theatre. It is the most ancient Indian treatise on theatre, but I am sure there are others. Infact it is akin to saying Shakespeare is the only English playwright who has influenced theatre in England.
In some ways I also see this as a regressive debate. Contemperory theatre all over the world deals with the same issue- war and terrorism, ecology, human relationships, existential loneliness etc etc, then why is it that only in the Indian context do we refer to ancient texts. At a very subliminal level, is it one more attempt to let India remain "exotic." ( read primitive). I wonder whether Ira's protests have something to do with this.
What I found objectionable during the workshop were the regional writers getting translated by "amateurs" and then this half baked text getting theatrical interpretation. There's no use saying some of the actors were doing a very fine job of translating. Translating is in some ways much more difficult than original writing. It was very very hard sometimes to sit through rehearsals of Marathi plays and discovering the trainers and the writer not at all being on the same wave length. That's something we need to fix.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

From the Marathi side of the world

A play begins to grow inside of you. When it is time and you cannot hold it in any more, it has to be brought out. Whether it is an inner need that triggered it or a workshop becomes irrelevant the second it begins to acquire shape. Irrespective of genre, form or language, the play is an experience. It has to engage you while you watch it and make you think once you leave. I don’t understand why the writers writing in English need to offer any kind of justification for doing so. It is about what is being said not about which language it is being said in. I care about the experience it is about to give me and nothing else.
(Of course, making the play a word-oriented one is a choice the writer is entitled to. It is possible to make it an exciting one even when it is about the writing and not about how much each character DOES or how many events it goes through- G.P.Deshpande’s ‘Udhvasta Dharmashala’ is an excellent example of a play that is a ‘talkie’ but an immensely exciting experience. So is ‘Raaste’. What is Tendulkar’s ‘Shantata! Court chalu aahe’? Chetan Datar’s ‘Khel Mandiyela’? Miro Gavran’s ‘Bricky’ or even ‘Death of an actor’…. Maia, your writing grabs the reader in a stronghold and makes him face the reality you offer whether he likes it or not. Indifference is not an alternative. He has to struggle with that reality. It leaves him tired in the end. I think that’s as theatrical as it gets.)
I think the bit about the purpose of Indian Drama being to create a feeling of pleasure or bliss is too gross to comment upon. What pleasure or bliss have Elkunchwar’s plays given people? Where does Badal Sircar feature in this pleasure giving exercise?
Also, honestly, is writing in English in India really a political act of sorts? If we agreed to that, I think we’d be doing injustice to the actual play. If we accept the diversity of languages in India today, we accept English as a part of it. It is not really a matter of English and the rest; let’s have as detailed a discussion on the content of our writing instead.
The bit about whether the Royal court is imposing its style on us writers. I think we need to remember that a PLAY came before the PLAY ANALYSIS. The technique has been modelled later based on several well written plays. The technique doesn’t dictate the writing, it aids it. So no, I don’t think there is any style being imposed here. However, sometimes, when I apply some of the things Carl taught us to my writing, it affects the natural rhythm of Marathi. The scene reads CORRECTLY but lacks life. So then I do what helps my play, I DON’T apply them. As Maia said, they are a set of tools.That we can choose from for the rest of our lives. They don’t have to make sense with each and every thing we write. But they are an easy way to check yourself if you’re unsure about the direction of your writing. And ultimately, I think it is up to each writer to choose not to be imposed upon.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

cultural hegemonies (whatever they are)

I've just been re-reading an internet article, written in 2004, that I read last year, and which really got me interested in pursuing this research into the international programme. The full thing can be read here:
http://www.writernet.co.uk/php2/news.php?id=327&item=172
But here are 2 quotes which pretty much sum up what this writer thinks:

"I recently went to a performance given as part of this year’s season of work from the Royal Court’s International Programme.... it occurred to me when watching this piece of work, how very similar it was in style to the work that I am familiar with from British writers at the Court. This led me to wonder whether the Court is imposing its own aesthetic on these international works. Are these plays just turned into homogenised Court products that follow that theatre’s house style?"

"The Royal Court has a style of writing plays and wherever there’s a workshop they will feed that British style in. We can’t tell how much this is influencing the work of the playwright, but many of the international plays that have been given full productions follow the social realist tradition of the classic Royal Court Play. Most of these plays ask liberal humanist questions about the state of people and the world in which we live".

I've also been reading a book by someone called Nemichandra Jain: Indian Theatre: Tradition, Continuity and Change. He talks about this issue too, via comparisons with traditional Indian theatre -- he says the purpose of drama in India traditionally was to create a feeling of pleasure or bliss (Rasa) whereas the purpose of Western drama was to reveal struggles of life/conflict. Basically of course he is saying that recent (well, 1992 the book came out) Indian drama has been Westernised.

I am just thinking about all this. I kind of know what I think, but I'd love to hear what any of you think. Are you being imposed upon? Seems to me this is all quite an interesting political/post-colonial argument -- even writing in English in India is a political act of sorts, isn't it?
H

Monday, May 22, 2006

almost midnight

Hi guys...
I'm beat. And badly battered.
What's the scene with you all?
First drafts? Dead-end? No progress?

Can I talk about books and poetry?

heh. i have been on a reading spree. both in print and online. as i am just sitting alone at home, i thought i would use this blog as my sounding board. how about this:

" [...] This argument keeps cropping up every once in a while: that Heart of Darkness is obsolete because its views on race are retrograde. In my opinion, reading the text with a historical eye is a very useful exercise in how imperialism needs ethnocentrism in order to succeed. Conrad rejected the former, but not the latter--a stance that one can see today as well. I think that the book is as relevant today as it was in 1899. Our culture has a different focus now (the Middle East instead of the Congo) and uses different language ("sand-nigger" instead of "nigger"), but the mission civilisatrice is still there, and there are plenty of Marlowes and Kurtzes around. This is a book, I, for one, would continue to teach."

i am quoting laila lalami, a moroccan writer, from her literary blog.

and this is a poem by marigo alexopoulou called Chinese Woman's Spirit:

You are pallid,
you are losing blood and life.
You stop a cab.
The driver peers into his rearview mirror.
You are not there.
You leave a sword on the back seat
in lieu of the fare.
You become a trickle of holy water,
a yellow aircraft,
a toy train.
You remove the mask,
your pallid dream.
You serve breakfast to Kung Jiang
with his long, aged fingers.
You write love letters
in Minoan script
and leave them on the kitchen table.

(
translated from the greek by peter constantine)

the critic roams through culture, looking for prey - mason cooley

I am quoting Michael Billington's review of Mayorga's Way to Heaven here:

"[...] And, although he shows Jewish prisoners being coerced into participating in this grisly ritual, their ultimate failure to rebel could be construed as criticism [...] But, although the play disturbs in its suggestion that all humanity is implicated in the most hideous crime of the 20th century, a work like Primo Levi's If This Is A Man makes this kind of theatrical fantasy redundant."

duh? duh? and duh again? no wonder he made such fake observations of the sultan's elephant.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

My list

Ok, I have no idea who has what anymore, but these are the plays I would like to read. Photocopies would do, too. Scans would also do...wouldn't that be a better bet than photocopies? Whatever suits you. I just want to read the damn plays. And please add the Sarah Kanes to my list, too!

Mayorga: Way to Heaven
McDonagh: Beauty Queen of Leenane
Stephens: Motortown
McPherson: Dublin Carol
Mitchell: The Force of Change
McPherson: The weir
Wertenbaker: Break of Day
Bean: Harvest
Elyot: Forty Winks
Donnelly: Bone
Motton: Worlds Biggest Diamond
Brogan: What’s in the Cat
Parks: Topdog/Underdog

Hope that ain't too tough a demand. God bless you Maia!

The Neo-Futurists

this morning, i was chatting online with a friend from chicago. in the middle of the conversation, she went berserk with kudoses for a show called "too much light makes the baby go blind" which she's been catching regularly there. for the ticket, she rolls a dice and whatever number she gets is added to $7. thats the ticket price for her for the day. she goes into a circular room and as she walks in, she gets a name tag. the usher looks at her and gives her whatever name that comes to his/her mind at that spot. she is very excited that she gets a new name everytime she watches their show! numbers 1-30 are hung over the stage. the audience screams out a number each and the skit slotted for that number is performed. 2 mins skits which makes a total of 30 skits in 60 mins is the whole idea. themes are varied. she talked about a skit where a performer was dressed as a geisha and ranted about the flick 'pretty woman", mocking the whole rigmarole of handsome-and-rich-guy-in-love-and-committed-to-a-whore etc etc. another one she cited was about this skit where all the performers lie on the stage, write fear/insecurity/grudge etc etc on a sheet of paper and ties it to a balloon and let it go.

the show in its 18th year is performed by a troupe called The Neo-Futurists. According to the website, "Each night of performance, we create an unreproducable living newspaper collage of the comic and tragic, the political and personal, and the visceral and experimental" and "Each short play is written by a performer, honed by the ensemble, and randomly collaged with twenty-nine other plays through high-energy audience participation". the show's content changes every week.

and oh, they have a blog too! and here is a princetonian review.

even i would love to get a new name and scream out a number!

Political arm-twisting

Guys...
Just came across this while trawling. It's very disturbing indeed.

Chk it out.

These kind of tactics make me see vibgyoR.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

cheap airlines?

I believe it is now possible to get cheap internal flights in India -- can anyone please give me some info about this? Presumably there are websites...?
Thanks and love to you all
Harriet

Friday, May 19, 2006

The insensitivity of an artist

people, i am quoting www.chron.com of what Mr. Zakir Hussain recently remarked about the manipuri drummers he has engaged for performances in the USA.

"The Manipur guys tie the drum to their body and then they play the drum and visually imitate the patterns of the drum [...] And now that I've convinced them that they should be traveling without their hunting knives, it's even safer"

Mr. Hussain also condescendingly remarked , "I've successfully corrupted most of these guys in the sense that they have started coming down from the hills or the villages and playing performances all over India,"[...]

World Music Institute has taken note of this ethnic slur and the few Manipuri Americans around are garnering a public support to condemn such bigotry.

the remarks show a deep lack of cultural sensitivity and a gigantic disrespect for fellow artists. Mr. Hussain is doing manipuri artists (or any other artists for that matter) no great favours by taking them around for tours, claiming that he is giving them a chance to be seen and then poke fun at them. if it is humor, it is very despicable humor.

Mr. L Somi Roy is a manipuri artist based in New York. he and his friend Mr. Robert Browning at WMI are currently addressing the issue. if you feel that such remarks need to be condemned, you can mail Mr. Browning at wmi@worldmusicinstitute.org and cc it to Mr. Somi Roy at somi.roy@verizon.net or somi_on_the_road@yahoo.com

List of Plays


I have these scripts with me, ready to courier out to anyone who wants them. Swar, lemme know which of these you want. Manji, send me your address and selection and I'll put 'em in the express courier to reach you the next day.

1. The Shallow End - Doug Lucie
2. What's In the Cat - Linda Brogan
3. The Break of Day - Tinberlake Wertenbaker (quite good)
4. Blest be the tie - Dona Daley
5. The world's biggest diamond - Gregory Motton (very, very good, I thought)
6. The beauty queen of Leenane - Martin McDonagh (Superb - my favourite so far by a mile)

Also have a xerox of Sara Kane's Collected Plays, if anyone wants.

By the way, Proof of Love first draft over. Shiv, Anu, Ramu, let rip!

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Pune Highway in Bonn

I went to Bonn on Sunday and saw Pune Highway! It was great. You've probably all seen it, but it was a first for me and really good to see a play that came out of an earlier workshop. And also so nice to see Shernaz, Rajit and Rahul. The play was really well received despite all the Germans having to listen to simultaneous translation through earphones. Lots and lots of applause, and then a Q&A session afterwards. There was a good review in the paper next day -- at least it was said to be a good one, though as it was in German none of us understood it (apart from 'Tarantinoesque). I went out with them all next day to Cologne, where we went to the cathedral -- impressive -- and had lunch at an outside cafe by the river. The 3 of them, and Farhad, are going to be in London at the end of next week where I will see them again, and hopefully get them in to see a one-man show at the Court called Product, written and performed by Mark Ravenhill (he of Shopping and Fucking).
Hope you had a great birthday Maia!!!!
love
Harriet

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

BBC's mistaken identity!



A taxi driver was mistaken for an IT journo and interviewed by the BBC. watch how he played along. read the transcript here.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAIA!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ... AND SO ON... WITH CHORUS... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!

Hope you have a great year. Many happy returns of the day you nutter Parsi chick.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

books

Hey -- I see Ram's package of books arrived. That's a relief. What about Maia's?
I'm going to Bonn on Sunday to see Pune Highway! Looking forward to meeting Shernaz, Rajit, Rahul etc again
love
H

BLOGROLLING!

i have put up blogrolling on the site. please check the sites i have listed under LINKS. i am mailing all of you the username and password. if any of you come across some theatre/literary/fabulous sites that you want to blogroll (meaning, link the site from our blog), left click on Blogroll me! under LINKS and use the pop-up window. please use http:// before the domain name else it will link our blog itself! Okie dokey? Cool.

Ram, thanks for the admin rights. I have added some codes on template settings. let them be as they are.

guys, lets get rolling. its really simple.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Hey Ram!

can you please put blogrolling on the blog so that we can link up related sites etc? you can go here to get the code. please do make the blogrolling's username and password (they can be different from the blog's) available to all of us that we can access it and link up whatever we find interesting.

and have the books reached india? i am in bangalore now. some orthodontics problem.

cheers!

Saturday, May 06, 2006

3am blabberings

Been working on Crap.
James Blunt drills holes in my ventricles with his falsetto.
I'm tinkering with my poetry to avoid writing the play.
The sweep of 12 scenes is done thank fuck, now it's round two - assembly.
Too much coffee in my system.
My all nighter push has been real feeble - 1 lousy scene transferred.
Priya just said at some point in the scene - "Memories. The things that linger on when things die."
What the fuck's that supposed to mean?
Trying desperately to move from mechanics to soul.
This will sound dumb in the morning, and I am not even drunk.
I'll continue prodding my emotional memory with a divider.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Magic, activism and theatre on the streets

For those of you who found that last post a bit of a ha ha, and slid off your keyboards laughing, here is what she is all about and what she believes in. In her own words:

No sane person wants to be an activist. Activism involves the risk of bodily harm, and when it is safe, it is often dry and boring. It shoves nasty truths about the world rudely in your face, makes your throat sore from shouting, and hurts your feet.

Nonetheless, if you believe that the Earth is a living entity that we are damaging past repair, that the child in Iraq and the farmer in India have as much right to health, independence and simple well being as you do, and that real freedom involves real responsibility, then at some level, you must act.

There are times when it is wholly inappropriate to feel good and content about the world. Now is one of them. At this time in our history, if you aren't angry, you're fast asleep. You simply aren't paying attention.

A common, unspoken assumption is that spirituality is about calm and peace, and that conflict is unspiritual. Truly spiritual people are never supposed to be confrontational or adversarial.I am often astonished at those well-meaning, spiritual 'leaders' and personalities who advocate beaming a healing, loving light toward world leaders, who scold activists for expressing anger on the streets and who define compassion as loving the enemy but somehow lose sight of the need to love those who suffer at the hands of the enemy. I refuse to beam love and light at Bush or Cheney or the directors of the International Monetary Fund. They do not suffer from lack of love. They suffer from a great excess of power, and I feel impelled to help redress that imbalance.

And that is active, dynamic, disruptive work. To equalize that power means changing an enormous system, finding ways to shake it up, disturb its equilibrium, push, pull, undermine, probe for the fault lines, until the stucture begins to teeter.

This is the high-energy place where power meets power, where change and transformation can occur. It is also a David and Goliath place, because what we seek to topple is so massive, it will rip the ground out from under our feet when it falls. And yet we must. Remember Gandalf, shrunk to the size of an ant as he faced the mighty demon Balrog: "You shall not pass. I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame. You shall not pass. Go back to the Shadow. You shall not pass!"

Activist spirituality is the summoning up of deeply personal yet archetypal energy, the creating of ritual that speaks directly to the real challenges we face in the world. Activist spirituality is what Diane Ackerman calls 'deep play', the deft use of humour and the skillful cultivation of hope. And on the streets, it is theatre. It is about bringing magic into action.

Last Fall, protesting water privatization, we invoked the magical element of Water and then marched, chanting "No FTAA, NO WTO, No Privatizing, Let the river flow!" For those of us who created the invocation, the privatization of water is a deeply spiritual issue. The water we hold sacred is not some abstract image or fantasy, but the very real stuff we need to drink and bathe and grow things, that is the Earth's literal life blood. If two-thirds of the people on the Earth don't have access to the water they need, as is predicted in the near future, it will be a physical and political crisis, but also, for all those who are awake, a deeply spiritual one.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Don't stay away too long...

Guys, I found this quote that says so much of what I feel about this space and us.

" We are all longing to go home to some place half-remembered and half-envisioned, a place we only catch glimpses of from time to time.

Community.

Somewhere, there are people to whom we can speak with passion without having the words catch in our throats.

Somewhere a circle of hands opens to receive us, eyes light up as we enter, voices celebrate with us whenever we come into our own power.

A community of strength that joins our strength to do the work that needs to be done.

Arms to hold us when we falter. A circle of healing. A circle of friends. The place we find our voice. The place where we can be free."

- STARHAWK

(She's this incredible chick, a powerful voice in modern earth-based spirituality, a veteran of progressive movements, deeply committed to bringing creative power and spirituality to political activism.)

Monday, May 01, 2006

www.updatefromasmallisland.com

In an idyllic island nation not very far from vasind (relatively speaking), with the equatorial sun beating down outside, i sit on a ledge watchin the waves (or babes, in bong) lap up the sandy shores, palm trees swaying in tune to the gentle pre-monsoon breeze.

All of a sudden sirens blare, a fighter jet grunts somewhere overhead, choppers hover about like noisy hummingbirds, bringing me back to ground reality, and interrupting my corny Tourism ad description.

Let me explain. Last week, a couple of hundred metres from where I am, a Tamil bomb (no pun intended) detonated herself next to a car that contained some big swinging chappie, and brought this place close to the brink of war. As it teeters at the aforementioned point, fighter jets continue to pound the north and east, and the threat that the woman sitting drinking coffee on the next table being of the explosive variety looms large.

That apart, things are normal, and I feel like a steamed vegetable coz that's how hot it is here. People who crib about Mumbai heat, relax. You're in a hill station.

Hey this blog is really cool; Ram, hat's off (that's all you would get) for keeping it going, and Maia for spilling in almost everyday.

Belated birthdays - Vijjay, have a good year. Hope you're not tyred with the humour.

Thanks all for the pics - Ram, I must disappoint you on the captions - after having read newspapers in SL for the past few months, I can think of a lot worse ones. Like the one in last week's newspaper after the blasts - "Woman's head on tree"; or today in the cricket section "Jacques Kallis batting", and on the front page "President Rajapakse speaking", or better still, last year, a quarter page photo of RK Narayan on the front page in the obituary piece for President KR Narayan; you can't be surprised after that.

Nadir, whatever you do, puh-leeez don't recast Madonna as Karen. I mean, just don't do it. On a less serious note, go for the play - it'll be fun.

Harriet, that deal on the books was awesome. Thanks! Ram & Maia - please figure how you're going to give me access.

By the way, I'm going to be back in Mumbai during week of May 15th, let's all try and meet up then!

Till then, take care,