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State of the Nation

Let’s not break tradition, do let me begin by apologising for gaps between posts. I am beginning to wonder whether a few sentences every other day, and a big, more formal, essay style blog once a month might be a better way to go. That way I could keep up to date, and also choose a big issue I want to address. I just feel a growing guilt the longer I leave between posts, which is why, after very little sleep (combination of trying to get a train from anywhere in Lincolnshire, to anywhere else, and British Summer Time). So yes. I am very tired. I am also still a little hungover. I stayed the night at a friends’ in Loughborough, and when I’m not the one pouring I loose track quite easily. I don’t often do that kind of thing so felt a little embarrassed at the workshop today. Don’t think I lagged too much, just worried that I looked hungover.

The workshop was a TWP and Derby Writes event on State of the Nation plays. Very, very interesting. Lots of different approaches, we talked about top down (David Hare, David Edgar) SotN plays, which address the politicians, and the public face of the state, and bottom up plays (Look Back in Anger, A Raisin in the Sun) which address the people who live in the state, and the private face of a state. There was a lot of basic form/character/subtext work, which is always essential. And also a lot of debate, which I really do love. It was brilliant to be able to get stuck in, and really eke out how I feel and what I want from a SotNP. My first reaction (one of the first questions we were asked) to ‘what is a SotNP?’ was ‘irrelevant in it’s current form, as written by white, middle class (straight?) 70s agitprop men’. Pretty damning, I know, but do forgive me, it was a gut reaction question, and that is how I feel without my academic hat on. (IE I completely acknowledge their contribution and relevance to the state of the 70s and 80s, I just think that the private face of discrimination is what needs dealing with now, rather than policy on its own.). There were also some interesting points made a la every play being essentially a state of the contemporary nation play. Which it is. I agree with that, I think (and said) that the definition of a SotNP comes, instead, when a playwright addresses that play to the state/nation/world/eternal human condition (the latter added to accept Beckett into the fold). And then, if we are using a ‘bottom up’ approach, there are several ways of addressing the macrocosmic scale – such as a character (The Inspector in An Inspector Calls, Trovimov (sp?) in The Cherry Orchard) metaphor and imagery (much of the speech in Anouilh’s Antigone, in the language of fear in Far Away) and in themes (the American Dream in The Death of a Salesman, eternity in Endgame).

It did make me wonder where my (ostensibly political, and definitely addressing themselves to the state/world) plays fit in. The two main pieces I am currently work on are both pieces of speculative theatre – one imagines a virtual world so popular that the founder of it is worried that it is stopping people’s participation in real life (it basically asks a confusing question about the nature of reality) – and the second play imagines the effect of a single child policy on the UK, through a romance between a man and a whore, trafficked to the UK for a higher demand in (now legal) sex workers, and a black market trade in healthy male babies. I hope that they’re slightly less melodramatic than they sound when I write them down. In essence the first is about blurred reality, and the second is a love story. (New question, are all plays a love story?). So yes, lots from the workshop to apply to those ideas, particularly the use of format in exposition (talking about politics in a seduction was one good example). The workshop was run by Noël Greig and Philip Osment who were lovely, very open, very interested in our ideas, and very supportive throughout. They are both also legends in their own right to me as part of

Gay Sweatshop, who along with Monstrous Regiment and Women’s Theatre Group stood up (and rightly so) to the WASP(plus male, middle class and straight) agitprop left of the 70s and said ‘fair enough, revolution, we’re up for that, but how about include us too?’. There is often a problem in the left, or indeed of any radical political movement, of a ‘you’re either with us or against us’ mentality. ‘if you’re not a banana, then you must be an orange’. That kind of thing, I found plenty of that in my research into the Nationalist movement in Egypt which ends up going further back into the worst of the conservative Islamist principles and seriously rescinding women’s rights (NB, principles considered ‘tradition’ and not actually taken from the Koran itself), and in the Nationalist movement of the 1916 Easter uprising in Ireland – women were told that if they were Sinn Fein, they could not align themselves with the suffragettes, because an emancipated Irishwoman, under British rule, was still not free. Am I babbling? Probably, it’s quite late. But basically the workshop was really great, many thanks for TWP, and particularly Bianca, for organising and subsidising it.

And now I thought I would just choose a few extracts from the great deal of writing I did over the couple of days, a sort of flavour for the creative work. Do bear in mind it is all completely unedited stuff, just speed writing most of it, so allow for clumsiness!

Enjoy:

The State of the Nation play… Is dry and past it in its current form and concerns as written by 70s agitprop white middle class men.

The State… Is much maligned and generally demonised and as grey a place you’d ever get making black and white decisions.

The Individual… Is the smallest unit of potential.

Powerlessness is… Being in love.
Power is… Being loved.

“I fainted the first time I fell in love. I fainted. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. It was scary. I was at work in a factory, up a step ladder trying to find a replacement plastic part in a box. I dropped my list. Felt dizzy. I got down in time but I fainted. Powerlessness is being alone. Is the fear that underscores being in love. It hurts. It’s scary. And before then I’d never known – never understood any of it. But what would I do – what would I say to myself, then, as me now? Nothing. I’d say nothing. I wouldn’t even show my face. I’d stand and look though. Watch myself, dizzy, walking across the dusty factory floor to get a sip of water. And I think I’d know that it had to happen. I’d watch it confusing me, scaring me, knowing that all the hurt and tears had to happen so that I could realise the power of being loved, and the powerlessness of loving someone.”

A speech as head of state that had to include several unconnected words (Black, Winter, Alaska, Fire, English, Children, Dignity, God, Milk, Soup, Teeth, Bone, Dreaming, Mother, Eyes, Love, Nothing, Children, Pain, Justice, Song, Dog, Father)

“It would be wrong of me to stand here in front of you and not admit that there are dark days ahead of us. Black clouds gathering over previous governments are beginning to blot out the sun. I know there is a lot of fear. Nor will I diminish the fact that you feel that, however I will say that we will face the economic trials of today with dignity and consideration. Too long we have taken and taken, come to expect, neglected the environment, neglect our selves. But we will get through this Winter, Spring will come again. ‘Green shoots’ is what the economists say.

The media takes pleasure in the so-called failures of the state. I will say this now, in front of cameras and microphones and reporters: They must not be allowed to become the new god of our times, pulling strings and dictating a warped moral philosophy. Trying to affect the soup of prejudice and manipulated headlines that bubbles away each day has become the main job of politicians. This should not be so. I do not dismiss the media, but feel that their calls for accountability should be applied to them too.

We are a strong nation, teeth and bone and sinew. We are also small. And have made ourselves strong through dreaming of a bigger world, driven by the fire – and I do say fire- of the workers of this nation; the nurses, teachers and health workers that care for us.

The environment is also a keen and ongoing concern. The recent pipeline exploration in Alaska has highlighted a decision that we all, mothers sons and daughters need to make about our future. Will we look our children in the eyes and tell them that we would rather choose lifestyle over their future?”

An Issue piece in the style of Antigone rebelling against her brother (top down):
NB. I wrote this in response to a combination of guidelines that were issued to senior management at Lincolnshire County Council and to female employees of the Bank of England

A: I think you know why you’re here
B: I know you think you do
A: Now come on, we just wanted to instill equal rules for everyone
B: I know you think you did
A: We have. And your childish attempt to ridicule what were carefully considered, tested and-
B: I objected. I lodged an official objection.
A: And it was officially considered and – look, do you not agree that some certain standards of dress should be adhered to in the Bank of England?
B: I do
A: You would expect a certain standard of attire from a male colleague, yes? A suit, a tie, smart shoes?
B: Certainly
A: So why do you feel the need to undermine –
B: I am not undermining.
A: I don’t understand why we have a problem, a week ago you wore make-up, a week ago you had smart shoes and-
B: I wore heels you mean
A: Look-
B: No you look. Last week I was not required to wear make-up. Last week I was not required to wear at least a 2 inch but no more than a 3 inch heel
A: There are male guidelines too
B: ‘women should not show their midriff’. how about all the fat bellies that you can see peeking out from under badly fitted shirts?
A: This went to peer review
B: Most of our peers are men! Look. I don’t object to reasonable standards of office dress. What I do object to is cynical excuses for men to comment on womens’ appearance. Whether or not I wear make-up, heels, or ‘bangles’ is not a reflection of how well I do my job. this is my body. That you feel you have the right to suggest not decorating it in the ‘right’ manner renders it inappropriate is not OK.
A: I see. You’re a Feminist are you?
B: I am a human being. Not a doll.
A: I see that nothing is going to come of my approaching you in a reasonable way.
B: No. not a tack I have ever seen you try.

And finally, a piece developed from notes written on idle conversation with an added ‘world stage’ political context. (Subtext and bottom up).

A: It’s a lovely cottage isn’t it
B: Yes, lovely
A: lovely
(Pause)
I love that red- that red brickwork – you know, industrial
B: I prefer Roman personally
A: What?
B: Roman architecture. I prefer Roman architecture.
A: Ah yes, but your house is cream – like cream stone isn’t it
B: (absentmindedly) It was, yeas. Cream.
(Beat)
I’ve always liked copper on a building.
A: Copper?
B: Copper – like that over there.
A: Goes green doesn’t it?
(Pause)
That’s a very yellow car.
(Nothing)
Very yellow.
(Pause)
B: Very yellow
A: Pardon?
B: Nothing.
(Pause)
A: I used to have a metro. A metro in this soft yellow. Soft yellow it was.
B: Soft? Like that?
A: No, no, much softer than that
B: Like the colour of that crane?
A: No, not like that.
B: Or that building – that building with the orange sign there
A: No it wasn’t orange.
B: I mean the building – the colour of the building.
(Pause)
A: No.
(Pause)
It was a good car. A good little metro. You’ve always had your Minis though haven’t you? Never have just one Mini, Mini drivers. How’s the gold one?
B: What?
A: The gold Mini
B: Had to sell it.
(Pause)
A: It’s strange seeing that – the crane and scaffolding. You see that a lot these days. They never seem to be actually building. Just put the scaffolding up and-
B: Because they’ve run out of money.
A: Sorry?
B: It’s because they’ve run out of money
(Silence)
A: Oh. Right.
(Pause)
Right.
(Pause)
B: Empty half built buildings. Broken against the sky.

There you go, all done! Too tired to read this back for typos, apologise if there are any/many. I will post again soon with details of academic things hopefully, my thoughts on my PhD proposal etc. Thanks for reading!

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Contact

Hello all again. I’m still trying to get at least one blog a week in, so here’s this week’s entry. I do think that blogging actually does help me organise my thoughts, as well as help friends and family far away catch up with me, so though my blog is quite a little read one (in terms of the interweb as a whole) I still think it’s a really good tool. Keeps me limbered up.

So yes, until yesterday I had very little to put in here, but over the past 24 hours all manner of things have been happening (don’t get too excited, nothing massive) so I shall get on with it, in a semi-chronological order.

So last night I went to see the Hounding of David Oluwale. I thought that overall it was a very good piece, in terms of the writing, it was a brilliantly structured and inventive way of adapting the story of David Oluwale. The set was good, but I felt that it wasn’t useful enough, they pulled bits out, and changed it, and used different levels, but some of that felt forced (particularly a scene in a car that I wont go into, but skated a very thin line with the audience’s suspension-of-disbelief). I’m not entirely sure how that could have been remedied though, I think I just wanted it to be more fluid – it was static but could move, it didn’t look as if it was meant to. And then there was the performances. All in all the cast of 8 (6m 2f) did very well with the variety of parts and ages. I thought the two women particularly, although mostly playing bit parts, had a wonderful degree of subtlety. The two central performances on the other hand are my biggest bugbear with the piece. I felt (and perhaps this was because it was the end of the run at the REP) that it was all a bit over-practiced. A bit hammy. Towards the end this made sense, in extreme emotion and story-telling, but I missed the journey to that point. The main inspector seemed a little too much like a character built of gestures, (and actually, in general, a little too moral to be true), and David Oluwale himself, although definitely very convincing towards the end, seem to switch all of a sudden, for no big reason. This is a bit of a nitpicking comment really, as it really is a very good, powerful piece. I just think the piece would have been all the more grounded had the physical ticks David develops had each stemmed from a visible moment – I.E. if a staff to the leg caused his bad knee, if the shock therapy caused the twitch of his head, if each of the wrongs done to him further degraded him, and made his pride a more and more ridiculous thing. The piece finished with real power, however, as a David Oluwale, whole, as a younger man stares at his misspelled grave, and the inspector reads the painfully lenient verdicts against the two police officers who hounded him. David takes the papers gently off the disappointed inspector, and reads the judges comments, looking at the two men, standing facing the audience. That direct eye contact draws the action out, reminds us that this play exists in a public sphere, and that we should bear witness, lest this kind of thing be allowed to continue.

Just to finish on The Hounding … with a couple of other small points, my dad was in the police for about 35 years, so I grew up meeting quite a few of them, I missed out on that (horrible) low level disdain your average working to middle class person has for them (which always confused me, I’m sure the police would be the first people they called should anything untoward happen to them.) So I approached this piece from a slightly more… delicate angle. It hurt to see the uniform doing that kind of thing, though of course I know it happens. As I grew older I think I could kind of see that two kinds of man joined the police; those who liked helping people (and liked the idea of a public sector pension) and those who liked hurting people. I remember leaving a police ‘do’ in Lincolnshire (probably late 80s early 90s) with my family, who had walked out because of the racist jokes of the comedian they had booked. I don’t idolise the police, and I do know that (like society in general) the police used to be a lot more racist, sexist, homophobic and generally prejudiced than it is now. I think the race thing has improved, I’m not sure about the other two. The Hounding presented people at extreme ends of the scale, this is drama, that is how you generate dramatic characters. But I think I would have liked to see more of the man inspecting the abuse/murder of David Oluwale, as a little more grey, a little more, perhaps, of the police service now, struggling with its future as well as its past.

The racism/sexism scene was perfectly shown in one small, and otherwise insignificant scene. A black officer, a female officer, and two white male officers are in the office. The female officer is only spoken to to be asked ‘make us a cup of tea, love’, she sighs, and generally stomps off. But knows this is her Job. The black officer is spoken to like a child throughout, and then, also asked to make a cup of tea. He looks unsure, and then meekly follows the order. He doesn’t know what his job is. He just knows that he has do everything expected of both a man, and a lesser man (woman). She knows there will be no change, he doesn’t even know what the state of affairs is to begin with. Later on he is promoted, and she leaves the force and has a baby.

Interesting, no? Superb writing though. Do go see it if it’s coming near you.

So yes, onto other exciting things! I have had 3 messages today, all full of exciting things! Firstly I had an email from Script Yorkshire, who I applied for a 1 day a week tech job with, they said I wasn’t close enough (fair enough) but have since been in contact with me about their wanting to set up a North Lincolnshire branch! I got an email about a conference today, I unfortunately can’t afford to go to it, but that they’re staying in touch is promising at the least. Secondly I got a lovely email from Catharine Ashdown the new literary associate at Theatre Writing Partnership. She dropped me a line to say that she’d had a quick read of Being Someone Else (the virtual reality play) and thought it had lots of potential – and she told me about a conference happening at De Montford Uni in Leics about Sci-Fi writing. I had known about this because the lovely Lucy works there, but alas I (again) can’t afford to go (it’s £65 for the day). I replied, thanking her for letting me know, and saying I was redrafting the piece this week, and she likes the direction I’m think of going for the redraft, and sounded eager to know what becomes of it, so that’s good! Also, Kate Chapman, who was a producer for BBC Radio Drama, and also directed some of the pieces at the Mphil Playwriting Studies showcase, has been appointed CEO/Director of TWP. Which is excellent news. Kate is lovely, very switched on, and an excellent director. It’s really good to see TWP getting back on it’s feet since the Esther/Sarah handover, and I shall be glad to move back East and start getting involved with them again. And Thirdly (finally) after hearing of all these excellent conferences I can’t afford to go to I tweeted my general dismay, and to my delight got an extremely kind offer from Marcus at Pilot Theatre. Pilot Theatre are a brilliant company based in York who are running a two-day conference in June about technology in theatre, some really big name theatres/critics/writers etc. there. Shift Happens 2.0 will take in all aspects of the use of tech in theatre, from live streaming and social networking, to genuine interactivity with the creative and performative processes. The conference is happening in York, costs £100 including lunch and an evening bbq on day on and lunch and breakfast on day 2. Bearing in mind I’m considering applying to do a PhD in theatre and technology, this is definitely Of Interest. So yes, Marcus from Pilot Theatre is on my twitter account, and sent me a PM offering me a free two day pass, and my travel paid in exchange for helping out at the thing! I’m going to get involved in streaming the event, live tweeting of the different speeches/presentations, and editing together a ‘best of’ kind of thing at the end of it all. And for that I get to go to the whole thing FOR FREE! How amazing is that? Really brilliant. They’re even offering to pay for my travel ^_^

So yes, all round a good day for making contact.

Oh, I have also managed to get a painting commission! A canvas portrait for a gift, nothing too flashy, and from a photograph £50-75ish. Not bad :-)

So finally (I know this has been a long one so I shan’t go on) The Big Redraft. I am using up some of my annual leave to take the next week off work, with the intention of doing a ‘new document’ (IE blank slate) redraft of Being Someone Else. Lots of ideas bubbling away, I intend to give Monday-Friday over to it and see what happens. The general direction I’m going is much more claustrophobic, close, and more confusing. I’m going to try and make it muddier in all respects, in terms of morality and reality. I want the audience to sometimes not know what ‘reality’ (real or virtual) they’re in. So yes. We’ll see!

And on that, I should really get on! I want to get my website up to date, and generally prettier tomorrow, and today have a bit of thought to put into a short story submission. Before getting down to it on Monday. So yes. Onwards!