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.
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.
13 Comments:
Muahahahahahahaha!
This actually reminds me of a really cool SuperNintendo console game I used to play called StarFox. It's like an anthropomorphic version of the DeathStar dog fight battle in Star Wars. You're this fox and you have a rabbit, eagle and toad wingman. The first console game to use polygon based modelling I think.
My neighbours little seven year old cousin played it a lot. Then when he went to school and he drew StarFox on his spelling exam paper instead of taking the test. He was given a black spot and his parents had to be called in and shouted at. Red stars were good, silver and gold were the best. And black marks were the equivalent of a permanent criminal record in the primary school universe.
This is like the Hiram Birdseed effect. Or like onions. Spiral framing.
Anyway... I digress.
I like the game a lot. Chk it out.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Fox
"Sitting in my little cubby hole in the cyber café, I could choose to be an activist."
"I could start a revolution with an astute mind and clever keystrokes."
Disagree disagree disagree. The point of virtual spaces like this one, is that they enter into dialogic relationship with the real world. If something results in real world action then the virtual space is alive. Armchair virtual activism is fairly flaccid until it produces tangible results.
A crude example is that this space is not an utterly rubbishy place to dump sentiment or opinion as long as it eventually produces a change in our writing or eases the trauma of writing our plays.
I'm being mildly rabid because I've seen too many forwards about individual accounts of unpleasant aspects of urban experience doing the rounds on the blogsphere masquerading as activism. I don't at all seek to trivialize or dismiss any of these accounts, but I see these as a means and not the end. Activism and where we position our writing was also discussed sometime ago and I see these statements as completely antithetical to the earlier ones.
Again clichés – why does activism only have to do with anger?
Because it does. If we were all happy twinkle toe cherubs then we would be stark raving idiots in denial. Starhawk... ridiculously hippie as she sounds is right on that one. I'm taking this extreme stance again because I've been furiously battling systems that impose invisible control structures on unsuspecting people causing untold damage to social fabrics while dangling the carrot of financial prosperity in front of their noses. I'm angry at those systems. I will kick at those systems so I don't get steam rolled into submission. A conversation with a trade unionist produced a simple condensation of a clunky intellectual concept for me – you make sure the big guy doesn't bash up the little guy who can't bash back.
It has nothing to do with overt violence or war mongering. And as someone who has sat in a dharna, I can assure you there is nothing clichéd about making a big noise about the kind of shit that's going down.
Throttling down – And in other less grating sentiments…
Hahahaha Maia! I think you're quoting Piggy's finest lines! Love that story. Like the depressive donkey and the manic tiger. Can't stand the neurotic swine though… but I'm not one to poo-pooh an idea. Hehehehehehe. Yuck... that was a sad one.
Do not feel jealous of people in power. Help them help you. Try synergy first. Don’t oppose just coz you want to be sensational.
What's your stand on Narmada jeeves?
Gambit declined eh... Hrm...
Hey people, what's happening out there? What's with the challenges and the slippery keyboards?
I can see Rajeev that not only are you not an activist, but also someone who doesn't understand what activism is about at all. I'm afraid you're not going to like what I'm going to say at all, but then, I'm from the cliche school of activism and believe in saying unpleasant thngs to people who don't want to hear them! It's about, most importantly, having a social conscience and wanting to take responsibility, and to reveal where responsibility lies for the actions that affect all our lives everyday.
I agree you don't have to take to the streets to be an activist. I agree there are other ways of doing it. But my only question here would be, which of those ways have you adopted? And what, specifically, have you done?
You could choose to be an activist in your cyber cafe and not be one even if you were walking the streets with placards in the heat. It is, truly, a mind thing, because it's about your involvement and about how much you are giving to the activity in which you are engaged. So, I repeat, what have you done?
It's good to question, but it's not so great to scoff, especially if you don't know what's being talked about. Everyone, so to speak, has the 'right to health', but unfortunately those not in power don't get it. Unfortunately for the people dying of policy malaise en masse in our country, they really can't wait for policy-makers to figure out the'right time to act' before they die. 'Desperation never helped nobody' is truer than perhaps you realize!
It's great to feel good about yourself and your deeds. Except on occasion, it may be good to question what they are.
Who wants dharnas? I totally understand the mindset of colleagues who get upset when they are late for work because Parliament Street is closed due to some dharna. I have occasionally felt the irritation myself. But unfortunately the newspapers don't tell us that the Bhopal Gas victims haven't yet received their compensation 22 years after their lives were raped, or that some sadhus from Brajbhumi are desperately trying to prevent the forests from being given over to a mining conglomerate because of the ecological pitfalls of the situation. Newspapers, too, are owned and run by people with money and power. As are other kinds of media. That is why the anger. That is why activists take to the streets. To be heard.
Have you heard that one before? Sorry about the cliches, Rajeev, but this is not about wit. It's about reality. Not very entertaining, I'm afraid. But these days life isn't run by astute minds and clever keystrokes. It's a machine slightly more complicated than that.
May I gently nudge this thread into a slightly different gear to avoid a full tilt sludge match...
I'm all for sludge matches really, which we can continue till closure, but I thought I'd blandly moderate at this stage with a question that will bring the fight within closer proximity.
Given the virulent (and imho healthy) disagreement, how do we effectively leverage activism within the context of our individual dramaturgies without unduly stressing the aesthetic?
Without the wank quotient:
How do each of us as writers bitchslap minds while keeping 'em turned on?
I'm just curious I guess. Or is this me sticking my head up my writerly ass again?
Very curious to hear Shiv's take on this one.
And Anu I wrote 12 scenes ok! So I'm taking a break to reflect and pontificate and generally fart about, before the next big push. What's your stand? (And it can't be judicious neutrality.)
ACT 5 SCENE 6
ENTER GRUMPY AUDIENCE MEMBER
AUDIENCE MEMBER:
(grumpily)
Dude ... thtz cheatin!
Defend yourself without making things verse. You have a right to your opinion, even if it mean getting sludged n shlumped by various loonies. Reinforce your claims!
And doing a lame ass emotional routine is hardly a decent denouement to this fairly energetic thread!
Sad, sad, Cruel Cactus. Agree, agree, Crabby. This debate is interesting especially for me, cos it's pretty central to my play! Hee hee haa haa Prickly Cactus, and you thought I was taking you seriously? The point of view, yes. Not the man. Withdrawal so easily?
Tsk! Tsk!
Crap. I think we have a mild thematic overlap manjimaunty.
ACT 5 SCENE 6 (cont'd)
GRUMPY AUDIENCE MEMBER PACES
AUDIENCE MEMBER:
(grumpily pacing)
Call me a nitpicker then ... Go on say it ... Anal annoying nitpicker! ... but jeeves ... HOW does one execute the stage direction "Exeunt, from right."
I can't seem to end this goddamn scene. And it says Exeunt, and there's only me here. Halp! Halp! I'm just a malformed telegraphic linguistic construct! Let me out of this mad house!
And good shit sells baby, it sells!
I thought this was the factory though!
I say Jeeves! Respond already... b4 everything goes to shit...
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