Superfluities Redux

by George Hunka
Artistic director, theatre minima

A Theatre Surrounds a City:
Vienna's Burgtheater


Thursday, 22 October 2009

What's not to like

UPDATE: And speaking of 21 for 21, there's this article from Dominic Cavendish in yesterday's Telegraph. Some thoughts here for those considering international collaboration, criticism and funding. As he notes, briefly: "21 for 21 — as this worldwide tribute is called — feels like a breakthrough moment in terms of the global theatre-making community's collaborative capacity — and it feels like a step in the right direction in turning a spotlight on Barker's achievements. Hats off to Sarah Goldingay, the executive director of The Wrestling School [this is an error, unfortunately: she is instead the executive producer of the 21 for 21 project], who has spearheaded this event. Rather than grand gestures in future, though, what we really need are simple, pragmatic decisions by people with access to resources."


In his post "Should we watch plays for pleasure?" in today's Guardian, Andrew Haydon, who wrote a mixed review of Howard Barker's Found in the Ground for London's Time Out, cogitates upon his critical reaction to the play:

... I was annoyed because this play wouldn't let me [have "a nice night out" at the theatre]. Or because my bourgeois notions of enjoyment and reward were unfulfilled, as Barker might have put it. Thus, in a curious way, I'm more grateful to the production than I thought. More than any other show I've seen, it has made me think about the way I experience theatre. The extent of its jarring, dissonant juxtapositions; its refusal to map on to a received world view; its complete indifference to my enjoyment; even its refusal to be part of "contemporary theatre" — all have continued to fascinate me.

The play has made me question why I want to be charmed by theatre, and told things, made to laugh, and understand; why I should feel the need to identify with characters, and why poetry should resonate for me. Why, in short, I should want theatre to function as a flattering looking glass. None of this makes me like the play any better, but it leaves me with the troubling sense that maybe it's my problem and not Barker's.

Haydon's full article is here.

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Thursday, 22 October 2009

Organum

Internal memorandum. An official government organ of either propaganda or censorship is unnecessary when individuals have so thoroughly internalized the assumptions of an ideology, moral dogma, government or culture industry that they will give up individual autonomy for the unquestioning furtherance of an abstract goal defined by those organs. What need for propaganda when the artist will without external compulsion do the same work in support of an ideology, or will censor himself and repress his doubts as irrelevant? Especially if his aesthetic goals are those lauded by the culture industry — entertainment, self-aggrandizement, a wan sentimental pity, or education, to name only four examples — as a means to the absorption of individual agency into collective response. That which does not entertain (in the narrowest of definitions of that word) or educate, that sees through the transparent ease of sentimental pity, that refuses to self-promote one's careerist agenda, denies that absorption, throwing the individual spectator upon his own powers of imagination or speculation, both of which are threats to ideological assumptions.

It is a truism of the progressive collectivist that the "individual" himself is a mere historical and social construct; so he will be expected to say, and it is valid insofar as the individual will bear within him certain traits or beliefs, certain common knowledge, lent by collective experience. But this is only a partial answer that does not account for the complexity of human experience within and without the community, nor does it validate the sufficiency of those collective beliefs. The tragedies of Oedipus and King Lear lie in the fracture between collective cultural abstractions (fatherhood, justice, matrimony, kingship) and the individual autonomous self. There are two avenues to freedom: resignation and repudiation, rejection. Neither are necessarily "happy" in the sense that American culture is a pursuit of happiness. But they deny the stupor of the collective and embrace the possibility of imagination and ecstasy in the process of that contemplative resignation or repudiation. (Imagine Oedipus unpunished by himself or Creon ...)

In the culture industry, freedom of choice is the cereal aisle of the supermarket, the 800 channels of cable television or the hundreds of offerings of performances in New York theatrical circles. For the autonomous individual, freedom of choice is in choosing to refuse what the culture industry offers, and to imagine something other, to put the individual secret on stage ...

Their collective ideologies are embodied too, and they set that decaying fluorescent flesh to laughing and dancing, crying and moping, and dig their hands deep into those bodies ...

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