Monday 23 January 2017

BLOG POST SPECIAL: OAK AND STONE

BLOGPOST SPECIAL: an extract from a work in progress.
OAK AND STONE       in draft, 23.1.2017. 
     

37. TIMELESS HERITAGE AND DIGITAL HUB

You know the river is not only history. It is also current events. And it is future speculations. You stand beside it and, looking upstream, you are back in time. Looking downstream you are forward in time. But you never stand still. Your history is your current event. It is your future happening. It is all time.
The adman sells and tells it with one breadth. With one sweeping image of a twin-sparred Peace Bridge that chicanes across your river, as a glory of movement and architecture. Visitors come and photograph the bridge and themselves in an orgy of selfism. Here you see them, brochured by the adman. They ride on bicycles and wheelchairs; they walk on foot, singly and in pairs, in a digital unreality rendered in splendid colour. The adman’s layout is sublime and ridiculous in good measures. The figures are automatons, avatars, icons, cursors blinking on a graphic designer's screen of ideas and appropriations, until they are stilled into place, a fake place, by the detached click of a wireless mouse.
You see the lego woman in the wheelchair; the playmobil man in the tench coat; the meccano shopper, angled to the river-bank in a purposeless pose, determined by the designer's need not to have every figure facing either forward or backwards. The unreality disturbs you. How can your river be trumpeted if the notes are so bum?
The adman's vision is not yours. The vision of low wages, low cost, low expectations and low aspirations is not yours. You do not want to paper over the cracks, digitally enhance the image or sex up the dossier. You want to see, touch, hear, smell and taste the world, the river and its flow under all the bridges of chicanery, which wobble as you traverse them, for being river-based, the foundations are insecure and they are vulnerable to the winds of Time passing through them, past and future, creating the perpetual present you inhabit.
Oak or stone.
This is not a hub you are standing in. This is a quest. Your life is a quest, a narrative of endless heritage. Downstream and upstream, yes, who knows? You are questing your way into it. Your only yearnings are that it be real, not virtual; present, not at a remove; in your face and under your skin, not mediated by screens and digital clouds.
The figures on the bridge appal you. None of them could be you. Or anyone who could actually be. The effort to puff the river and the city demeans the city. It demeans the river. It demeans you. The city is not a thriving hub. It is a vibrant, living organism of vital and innate material, breathing and breathless beings, architecture, botany, gaseous mixes, leaky hydraulic machines, mental and physical stirrings. It is not hub. It is hubbub.
How do you live in such a place? Where the adman oversells, where the gap between actuality and aspiration is wider than the river itself, where you don't even know what you want, because you can't fully, properly frame the questions and so you buffet along, askance to the graphic designer's screen, in a state of maverick meandering, along banks, over bridges, up and down streets, catching glimpses of water through gap-sites and over roof-tops, where pigeons commune and plot their eschatology of the future.

You put the brochure from you. The digitally-doctored image offends and the final offence is the fear that the stick figure pulling the small suit-case could be a simulacrum of yourself, on your way to the time to come, all suited and desert-booted, a dapper cap on your head, a man making for a train perhaps, or a lift with a colleague, beginning a journey into the arms of a lover and the traumas that loving brings, sweet traumas that convulse a future into actuality and determine your own eschatology.

Friday 13 January 2017

CAN THEATRE CONTRIBUTE TO A PEACE PROCESS?



This is an historic text, a speech from 2004, given at The Edinburgh Fringe. The plays mentioned, and others later in the series, are available in Plays in a Peace Process by Dave Duggan (Guildhall Press, 2008).


© DAVE DUGGAN 8.11.04 1635 words

This article by Dave Duggan is extracted from a talk he gave at The Edinburgh Fringe in August 2004.

Dave is a writer, director and co-artistic director of Sole Purpose Productions. Guildhall Press has recently published his novel, The Greening of Larry Mahon.

The texts of The Peace Process Trilogy can be found in Dave Duggan’s Shorts for Stage and Screen (Lagan Press, 2003)


CAN THEATRE CONTRIBUTE TO A PEACE PROCESS?

The short answer is a resounding ‘yes’. The longer answer will look at four plays I wrote and directed, and Sole Purpose Productions produced, between 1996 and the present day. But be assured I will not be making any grand claims about the role of theatre in a peace process. I will situate it within the social, civic, economic and artistic activities that struggle to continue during a conflict.
Because the main resource I bring to bear in my work is imagination and because theatre is a visual medium, I ask you to visualise. To picture. I ask you to imagine a small church hall at the edge of the village of Kesh on the Fermanagh-Donegal border. The local community association has invited Sole Purpose Productions to give a performance of my play The Shopper and The Boy. It is a glorious June evening. We can hear larks singing high in the summer air. A machine is cutting grass for silage two fields away. Preparations for the performance are made, but the local hosts are worried. Earlier that day, the remains of an RUC officer shot dead in Lurgan were returned to his family home near the village. There is a quietness about the people. Some think it would be a bad idea to go ahead with the play. Some think no one will turn up. Some say we should go ahead, that the play, which dramatises the difficult issue of marching, needs to be seen. I wait with the actors, saying we’ll perform or not as the community association decides. Gradually a large audience starts to gather. From the village, the surrounding area and across the border in Donegal. There are brief nods of recognition, some easy greetings, polite acknowledgements, a delicate tension. The crowd is muted, diffident, but ready to see the play. The community association decides to proceed. The play begins. The set is in place. The actors appear and march with a trunk around the space. The Boy steps forward and declaims ‘No surrender’. The Shopper steps forward and declaims ‘Tiochfaidh ár lá’. The audience sits forward and engages.
I suggest that this work has contributed at least the following five things to the peace process:
1. Space to consider difficult issues
2. New language to reframe debates
3. Collective experiences to support private and public processes
4. Healing to help salve real hurts
and
5. Entertainment to hearten people.
The Shopper and the Boy was first performed in June 1996, just ahead of the marching season. In the play, hot issues are faced in real time. An audience sees real people close up, facing, with resolve and imagination, the painful challenges brought up by marches at Drumcree and elsewhere. Poetic, intelligent language in the mouths of ordinary people offers possibilities. The Shopper and the Boy express their contending desires as manifestations of nascent negotiations.
Negotiations need space and theatre has given a public this space. Shown instances of the space being used. Shown negotiations occurring on the basis of respect.
I ask you once again to picture. To visualise once more. I ask you to imagine a working class housing estate in Newtownards, a town just east of Belfast, with a largely unionist population. Sole Purpose Productions are in a community centre with my play Without the Walls. This is in the form of a Greek tragedy, drawing on the Antigone story, which uses rhyme, rhythm and masks to dramatise the question of how a society moving out of conflict might police itself. An audience is engaged by an act of debate, education and entertainment and when the tragedy is delivered, two women sitting near me have tears running down their cheeks. Moments of catharsis in theatre prepare us for moments of resolve in the world. The women strengthen themselves to face the changes that a new policing order will bring.
Without the Walls was first produced in 1998 as an artistic contribution to public discussions about policing. Theatre introduced new language into difficult debates and contributed to the peace process. The complex relationship that working class unionists have with ‘our’ police is challenged and the terrifying yet liberating possibilities of change echo round the community centre and beyond.

By the year 2000 the peace process was well underway, while the political process moved and stalled at different points. The peace process has been going on for as long as the violence has been manifest. People in different ways have been seeking to change things by non-violent means, trying to keep avenues of dialogue open, striving to maintain contacts, advancing actions for the securing of human rights and dignity. And by the end of the nineties the phrase ‘moving on’ was being used by politicians and other public figures. I wondered how individuals, deeply affected by the conflict, through loss or imprisonment, might actually address the need to move on.

I ask you to imagine a hushed audience in the studio space of The Marketplace Theatre in the city of Armagh. Sole Purpose Productions has brought two actors, a small set and my version of the meeting between a bomber and a victim in the play Waiting…. The gravity of this meeting has stilled the audience. The two characters struggle to articulate their experiences.
Theatre has given that audience a collective experience that will support the private and public processes that must happen when individuals and societies do indeed move on in a meaningful way. For that audience, and for us all, the challenge remains to live as fully as possible in the present, with the past, and for the future. Being with characters as they wrestle with the reality of moving on in a society coming out of conflict provides a collective experience that strengthens us all and contributes to the peace process.


One of the significant complications in the peace process in Northern Ireland is the fact that the state is a protagonist and a perpetrator of violence. The Saville Inquiry was set up to look into the events of Bloody Sunday in 1972 when 14 people were killed by state forces on the streets of Derry Londonderry. The way the Saville Inquiry worked had a profound impact on me. I found myself sitting in the public gallery, transfixed by the witnesses and their stories, the dry language of the legal teams, the formal discourse of the judges and the layout of the room. It was self-evidently theatre to me and I felt the impulse to poeticise the activity of the Inquiry, to elevate the language of the testimonies and the questioning so that something of the greater human experience might be made public.
I wrote Scenes from an Inquiry with the support and participation of The Bloody Sunday families. Young members of some of the families were cast in the roles for the production and in January and February 2002 it was performed in The Playhouse in Derry Londonderry as part of the 30th anniversary events. I later did a radio drama adaptation at the request of RTÉ, through which the public poetry of the imagined witnesses reached a wider audience. It was the power of poetry I was seeking. The universal poetic voice that cries out in the face of awful violence, that salves and heals in the face of the utter hopelessness of death and loss.

In this way a piece of theatre offered healing of great pain and acted as a balm to wounded hearts and minds. It assisted in the breaking of taboos by offering some people a different view of the world. A unionist member of The Policing Board attended a performance in The Playhouse and said he enjoyed it and found it thought provoking.
Family members spoke of the truth of it. That’s the ironic thing. A work of fiction and imagination evokes a sense of truth. Something of the power of the unashamed subjectivity of theatre is evident here. The way theatre deals with feelings and experiences and, in this case, poeticises them, so that it makes a contribution to the peace process as an agent of truth seeking and healing.
With all the plays the final contribution to the peace process is that the plays are entertaining. Going to see one is a good night out, in a wide-ranging sense of that phrase. And with violence still a fact of life on the streets, entertainment is a vital contribution theatre makes to the peace process.
The plays I have referred to here all work as art in the first instance. They are not acts of politics or social work in the direct sense of those words. They are instances of the application of imagination to public events, attempts to find beauty and order amid the chaos in order to present them to audiences who will make up their own minds about them.

Peace can only be built if we give attention to our irrationality, give attention to the deepest, often most troubling, urges and impulses that make us human. That is a call to theatre. In so far as politics engages with power, art and, in particular theatre, engages with pleasure, so that while facts may be disputed, dramatic fictions can be debated, explored and savoured; used to bring truth to bear and thus contribute to a peace process.
© DAVE DUGGAN


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Tuesday 10 January 2017

READING A POEM A DAY 10 9.1.2017


A Book
Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

Impressively rigorous, as ever, Emily Dickinson choses an escort vessel with navy associations on her poetic journey to distant lands. In eight short lines, galumphing along with eight then six strokes, she runs as swift as the prancing horse of galloping alliteration.

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

She asserts that this journey to distant lands - This traverse – is available to anyone, even the poor, because it costs nothing. She may be interested to know that for a hardback edition of her collected poems, the reader will suffer an

oppress of toll

of thirty US dollars, with paperback editions from one to ten US dollars on Amazon.com, in her home country, the United States of America.

Perhaps she is making a plea for libraries and if so, all writers and readers could support that, these being days when libraries are under threat, especially in wealthy countries.

Her final transport offers her frugal delights as it bears her soul in a chariot, possibly pulled by the coursers she invoked earlier.

'Frugal' is good. It echoes 'frigate'. Good also is 'prancing'. The horses jump from the page.

This is a punchy, driven poem, where active alliteration and clever near-rhymes

away/poetry toll/soul

and a set of vehicles

frigate/coursers/chariot

speed us on a soulful journey. Without leaving the comfort of our chairs.

This is ideal traverse for a reclusive like Emily Dickinson, crossing the world with her books, while staying at home at the same time.

The poem is a 'transport of delight', coursing into the reader's veins. All aboard!