Posts Tagged ‘authenticity’

Post-Narrative Storytelling and Rugged Individualism

Friday, June 11th, 2010

One thing I often take issue with in terms of American style theater is the narrowly defined focus on storytelling. Often the story is reduced to the events surrounding a lead character and their actions upon other characters. The focus is on the egoic structures centered around a very American notion of individualism and identity. I understand why it exists as this focus permeates American culture to the exclusion of most else. It is also the aspect of American culture that I least resonate with.

Bloodshed, slavery, and genocide aside, the idea this country was founded on was not the individual against everything but a more collectivist community. As the preamble to the U.S. Constitution states: We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

This is the intent of the Constitution. A collective act to create a better world for those who acted and future generations. The idea of the rugged individualist is more a historical accident born from the Western expansion of the American Empire. But as this country evolved, and moved towards practical concerns and away from its idealistic origins, the focus and intent of the culture was changed along with it. Thus we arrive at the present moment where the legacy of that rugged individualism is infused into every nook and cranny of the American experience.

It manifests in the work we see on stages as well as more pop-culture. Not only do these ideas present themselves in the literal narrative of written text, but also in the visual storytelling; scenic design, clothing, lighting, sound, and so forth. Too often the focus, as a function of the typical American disposition, gets placed on the actions of the character to the exclusion of everything else. Much like “Secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves” gets extracted from the rest of the constitution in a vain act of ego inflation.

While this can be fine entertainment, and certainly is a reflection of one aspect of American culture, it fails to express the fullness of that culture and, like much of American politics, ignores the founding dream upon which this nation came into being. We have lost our core belief as a country. As a result, our nation, our culture, and the world suffers.

To focus only on the egoic actions of the lead character(s) ignores the social context in which these characters exist. Social relationships are ignored or mitigated in terms of significance. Forget about social context. A set is nothing more than a representation of a place in which a person acts. Even when abstracted. The very thought of scenography as, perhaps, a resonant chamber against which actions might echo and reverberate is all but ignored.

There are two American theater artists I can think of whose entire process breaks down these problematics and builds a new potential vision of culture. Anne Bogart with her viewpoints method gives us a vector to reclaim collectivist social space within a theatrical context. The other is Richard Foreman. Probably my favorite theater maker in this country, he understands how the entire design, from scenery, to costumes, to lighting, to sound, must all work to provide a context in which action occurs. The action on its own is of no significance if it is not placed within a context.

Foreman’s notions of design as the construction of a resonant chamber could be linked to the Heideggarian notion of Thrownness. That is, an individual is born, or thrown, into a particular socio-historic context prescribed with various rules of behavior, social norms, expectations, customs, and ethics. From out of this thownness the individual must find their authentic Self. Their true way of being. Returning to a theatrical setting, the actions of a character, be they actor, singer or dancer, make no sense unless they exist within some context against which they act.

To simply “tell the story” of the lead character is to fall prey to the trap which ensnares American culture and politics. It is to see the individual as more important than the group. The now as more important than the future.

To fully embody the self we must transcend our culture. To transcend does not mean to leave behind. It means to fully incorporate it and build beyond its capacity. Foreman has done this through writing which I would characterize as falling firmly in the American romantic tradition. Yet he has taken those ideas, particularly the notion of the individual self, to such a far degree that it has moved beyond its origins and into a whole new mode of theatrical experience. His staging and scenography is a transcendent act.

In discussing theater so extensively here I do not mean to imply it is the only mode of performance which suffers from this problem. Opera and dance too are firmly entrenched in this egoic mode of storytelling. The trend in contemporary dance to tell rather pedestrian stories about the choreographer’s mundane experience is another manifestation of this. Long gone are the days of Martha Graham’s focus on myth or Steps in the Street which firmly places the individual within a social context.

American Opera is typically one of the worst in this regard. The excessive use of followspots to “tell the story” of the lead singer is a failure on the part of the creators to move beyond textual narrative and embrace a fuller notion of storytelling. Although in that world there are some escape vectors. The design work of John Conklin provides us with an American designer whose work transcends typical American storytelling.

With the traditional American mode of storytelling we miss out on some great theatrical opportunities. Real people doing real things are not interesting on stage. Realism and naturalism are far better handled by film. American performance, by and large, has forgotten the essence of true theatricality. Spectacle is certainly present, but theatricality, that magic of liveness, where things happen which are only compelling because they are live, is rare.

Perhaps we need a return to origins. Just as this country could stand to read through the constitution again and truly soak in what was actually said, so too could we, as creators, rediscover what makes live performance unique and compelling and return there. From that more solid foundation we become better able to move forwards and create strong and powerful works which engage our audiences and transcend their beliefs as to what is possible.

Exit through Novelty

Monday, May 24th, 2010

Yesterday I saw the film Exit Through the Gift Shop by street artist Banksy. The film is almost a meta-documentary following the exploits of a man who documented a great deal of street art over the course of several years and then became a street artist himself in the process.

Through the film viewers are given a solid introduction to the world of street art, some of the major players, motifs, and ideas, before the film shifts gears. In the end it becomes a critique of the very notion and meaning of art itself. The absurdity of the commercial artworld, galleries, auction houses, and the like, are shown in stark relief to the gritty working of a piece of art. Appropriately set largely in Los Angeles, the film grapples with notions of originality and authenticity contrasted against celebrity.

An issue that often plagues artists is originality and authenticity. To be anything more significant than mere decoration, art must constantly push its own boundaries and discover new frontiers of aesthetic exploration. As our society becomes increasingly remixed, truly new ideas become harder and harder to find. The duration of the new is ever decreasing as the rate of recouperation into the cultural feedback loop grows faster and faster. The latest fashions hit the racks of discount clothing stores like H&M mere days after debut on runways in Paris, Milan, and New York. Music, painting, photography, performance, all become elements to be remixed upon their release into the cultural data streams due to the near instantaneous rates of communication we have developed.

This fast culture, much like fast food, might satisfy our immediate desires but is not necessarily the healthiest option. Just as the cutting edge of food has taken on slow as its moniker, perhaps culture at large would do well to consider a slower pace. Slow art.

I went to the Whitney Biennial the other day and was radically underwhelmed by the work presented. The biennial, by focusing on contemporary American art, gives a kind of snapshot look at the state of the artworld right now. While I can only assume the camera was in focus, the image it rendered was dull and uninspired. Like the work of Mister Brain Wash in Exit Through the Gift Shop it felt dull, repetitive, uninspired, and derivative. The work felt bored. Not boring, bored. As if there were no suitable subjects left to cover. Or the work had been created without bothering to truly look and find a suitable subject.

There was no sense of a point of view displayed, although there was lots of amazing technique. Don’t get me wrong, there was immense talent. But the talent resided at a craft level only. That deeper level of inspiration was lacking.

Art is first about looking. Before you can make, you must see. You must be able to see the world around you as the unique thing that it is. Then you must see it anew. When you create, you are presenting the world with a window into your particular vision of that world. Duchamp, after Nude Descending a Staircase, taught the world to see differently. He taught us to see both the world in general, and art in particular in a wholly new light. He called the very notion of art, of what can be art, into question.

We can see these kinds of aesthetic ruptures in the flow of creation throughout the history of art. Caravaggio is another game changer. As critic Robert Hughes has said, “there was art before him and art after him, and they were not the same.”

Banksy has garnered international recognition for his work through politicizing an inherently political art form. Graffiti has been around since humanity lived in caves. The first art was public art executed on walls in public space. It is as old as human consciousness itself. In its modern form it rose to prominence in New York in the 1970′s appearing on subway cars and train cars. Despite some critical acclaim it did not truly hit the mainstream until, like many American artforms, it had a white face to champion the medium. Like Elvis turning Blues to Rock and Roll or Shepard Fairey turning Grafiti into street art, the work was finally given an establishment legitimacy it previously lacked.

Banksy radicalized the form by creating deeply political works in highly charged locations like Israel’s West Bank barrier. His own work has called into question the legitimacy of art world standards as far as what qualifies as art by placing his own works inside museums like London’s National Gallery clandestinely.

Every generation of artists asks the same questions. What is art? Why is art? The questions are answered, for better or worse, through the work itself. Some years may be inspired and some dull. The task of the artist is to keep asking the questions and to answer as honestly and authentically as possible. In order to arrive at a truly authentic answer, we must slow down and take the time to look.

Life is real, much more than a party

Wednesday, November 29th, 2006

The problem of Authenticity has always been around in the theatre. What is an authentic production? To some it is one that is true to how the piece was originally performed, to others it is true to the historical setting, to others it is true to the modern contemporary age. The trick with an idea like authenticity is that all of these are valid arguments for constituting an authentic work. The problem is not that authenticity does not exist, the problem is that Authenticity is a useless criteria by which to judge a work of art. In the theatre this becomes readily apparent.

There is no definitive production of a play. There are only those which hold for us a particularly strong resonance. The definitive work of today is the base of satire tomorrow. Authenticity is an absurd goal to strive for. It can only lead to temporary success at best. It is a transient goal.

A Picture Share!

Any work great or small should be filled with a wholeness of purpose. It should have behind it a deep and clear intentionality. Intentionality is a good word to ponder for a moment. What does it mean to be intentional? What does it feel like to have every action you take be guided by some clear and strong directive? What would your actions look like if they were nothing more than the manifestation of a kind of purity of spirit? What does any of this even mean?

What is the spirit? What is the human soul? What I love about art is that it forces me to confront these questions almost every day. Not in the sense of ‘oh I hear MacBeth and now I know what evil is’. But more that it forces me to confront those aspects that are in me. In all of us. We all have the latent potential to harm and injure and cause damage. We also all have the latent potential to give, to heal and to create.

All of these things and many more besides exist within us every day as possibility. And every morning we awake with a choice. Every moment of our lives we face the choice, do I stop and truly listen to what is hidden deep most inside me or do I go on with the rote routine and regular schedule? Do I give, or do I take? Do I create or do I destroy? Do I say yes or do I say no?

Upper West Side - Setting Sun

Working through the lighting for a play can be as good for me as a powerful meditation session. Lighting a play forces me to address these questions directly. I must ask myself what is the core essence of this piece? What is it, truly that I am seeing. Not what do I think it is. Not what would I like it to be. But truly, what is it?

That question asked indirectly about an evolving work of art causes me to look a little deeper the next time I ask those same questions of myself. What am I actually doing at this point in time? Why am I actually here? What do I really want?

The same can be done with any action. When I wash dishes am I just trying to mitigate a mess or am I truly washing dishes? Or sweeping the floor. What is the difference? Is that difference noticeable to anyone but the inside observer? Is, perhaps the important difference not in outward acts but inward rather. Does the significance of an act arise through the intentionality of the act rather than the act itself. It has been said that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. In fact even good deeds can be done solely for purposes of vanity.

What then is it? Perhaps even the quest for meaning and significance itself belies a fundamental lack of intention behind the works of daily life. I have no answers. And fewer the more I put this into words. So I will stop for today with the words. Perhaps tomorrow, the choice will be more clear.

Allah made the apple tree, the devil made the pie

Friday, November 10th, 2006

History is written by the winners is a common refrain one hears in discussions of past events. I would say it is closer to history is written by the scared. The winners, the strong, have no reason to erase the past. Only those afraid of their place, those to whom their footing is uncertain need deny the truth of events.

Antigone deals with that place of fear. Creon needs to rewrite the past in order to secure the present. In doing so he causes his ultimate ruin. His downfall comes from the events set in motion by his fear. He loses everything he holds dear, including his last shred of innocnce.

History as fact can not be accepted he tells us, so there is a necessary recourse to history as myth. This is common at the level of the nation state. In fact it might be necessary for the legitimacy of the state at all. One thinks of the complex mythologies set up in feudal systems. King Arthur or Emperor Jimmu. These may be myths but they contain a necessary element of truth as well.

The myth of America is the myth of the Divine Justice of Goddess Liberty. This was the case even as slavery supported the economic growth which made necessary the slaughter of the native peoples of this land. Yet, despite these structural contradictions, there is a degree of truth to the myth. And the truth that is there is an important one. The truth,a s small as it may be, is the goal we must strive for. It is the thing that exists, latent, within us, that our continual struggle can set free.

The mythology of the nation state is as important to the survival of the state as is the mythology of the individual to the survival of the Self. Antigone wants justice for her brother. When she sees how impossible that is, and further how impossible it is for her to live as an authentic autonomous agent, she wants to die. The nation of Thebes, is a good and just one, as are the people. Anyone who would violate its laws must be punished. These are the myths. These are what drive Antigone and Creon.

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The liberation of the Self from socially constructed roles is no easy task. The path to liberation leads through valleys of despair and forests of confusion. It is not simple. To Antigone it is not possible. She can not transcend the trajectory of her own mythology.

The tragedy for Antigone is the realization of the impossibility of Autonomy. She falls into despair when she realizes her part is already written. Even then, the only course of action available to her falls right into the role as written. She is unable to take that next and necessary leap towards liberation. The leap into, through and beyond despair. She stops at the valley’s edge and hangs herself on the nearest tree.

Is it possible to transcend the bonds of liberation? Can liberty become more than words to mask repression? Just as the Self must be reconceived in order to be transcended, perhaps the same is true of the nation state. Perhaps Authentic Freedom is in fact nothing more than the freedom to choose over three hundred channels on the television set. What is Freedom? What does it mean? What is the path to achieving it? Where do you end up? And who do you become?

The Artifice of Authenticity

Monday, September 25th, 2006

I have not said much about Antigone recently as I have been busy with other projects. We had our first read through with the cast last night. It was quite wonderful. The translation of the Anouilh is a new one, finished only days before the reading. I love how the newness of the translation makes the event both like a new play and like a classic. It is a great fusion of those two energies. The combined effect of which is perfect for the play itself. The tension between the new freshness of youth and the stoic acceptance of ones role in life that comes with time.

The Sophocles version has a very formal classic sense of ethics. Creon, having violated the will of the Gods is set against Antigone who represents pious familial duty. Their places are clear. Anouilh makes the situation far more ambiguous. Over the course of the play it becomes clear that the roles of ‘Creon’ and ‘Antigone’ are artificial constructs as much as the ethical systems they represent. Antigone’s journey towards death is almost halted by Creon. His logical explanation of the factual truth of the situation almost convinces Antigone to accept the comprimises inherent to social life. Almost, that is, until he offers her happiness. A kind of blank unthinking happiness that one gets as a social being containing their impulses. Sacrificing desire in favor of social norms.

As Derrida says:

[F]reedom and responsibility are incompatible with the mere reporting of the existence of a norm, a normative reality. Freedom is free with regard to such a normative reality, as is responsibility. If there is responsibility, if there is an ethical and free decision, responsibility and decision must, at a given moment, be discontiguous with the normative or the “normal,” not in their misrecognition of norms, not in their ignorance of a knowledge about norms – rather they must take a leap and welcome a sort of discontinuity, a heterogeneity in relation to the normative as such . . . This means that, at a certain moment, questions of norm must escape scientificity, they must escape a techno-scientific programming.
Freedom and responsibility demand that one know what is known, that one take knowledge into account as rigorously and in as unlimited a way as possible, but the moment of the decision, of responsibility as such, is not a moment of knowing, and neither, consequently, is it a moment that depends on what this knowledge of norms might have to teach us.

Antigone knows the truth of her brothers. She knows they are both despicable hateful people not worthy of respect. She knows that Creon acted out of duty toward the state and his role as leader, rather than out of any inherent will to honor a hero. And still, still she decides to continue her march towards death. It is with full knowledge of the artificiality of her situation that she marches inevitably towards her suicide. There is no other option for her. It is the role that was written. She must negotiate between the negotiability of her own existence and the non-negotiability of her situation.

end the occupation

While at a physical level, her course of action does not change, at an existential level it is wholly different. We see this existential transformation so clearly when she says to Creon:

Yes, I am ugly! It’s demeaning, isn’t it, the shouting, the fighting over scraps? Papa only became beautiful afterwards, when he was really sure, in the end, that he had killed his father, that he had slept with his mother, and that nothing, absolutely nothing, could save him. Then he grew calm, very suddenly, almost smiling, and he became beautiful. It was finished. He only had to close his eyes to never see any of you again! Oh, your faces, your sorry-looking faces, all candidates for happiness! You are the ugly ones, even the most beautiful of you. You all have something ugly in the corner of your eye, or clinging to your mouth. . .You think you can order me to do anything?

I hear in these words an echo of the great late 20th century existential text “It is only after you have lost everything, that you are free to do anything.”

In the end, Creon sounds the most reasonable. Not because he is right, or because his rational arguments are more true, but because anyone who embodies Antigone, is not sitting in a theatre. The Antigones are all dead or locked up, or about to be dead or locked up. They are the unrelenting. The uncompromising. The Invisible. They may put on the mask but they know it is only a tool. Perhaps they are not all dead or locked up. Perhaps it is possible to wear the mask with full knowledge of the absurdity and inherent deceit of that act and still remain authentic in ones actions.

Regardless, their existence is a constant negotiation between life and death. Not at the physical level, that is true for all beings. But at an existential level. At the level of the soul they must constantly negotiate between that which will cause their death and that which will give them life. They must do this in full knowledge that what might give the soul life could swiftly bring death to the body. These two, the soul and body, continue on down the path of life together, each at every moment risking the death of the other. This is the ongoing negotiation of the awakened soul in the social sphere.

Explode

As NOFX asks, “Even if it’s easy to be free, what’s your definition of Freedom?”

Mirror up to action

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

Plot and story are two ideas that are often so intertwined they are seen to be the same thing. However, it is clear that while the plot is the same, the story of Antigone and Antigone are very different. While both speak to issues of justice and leadership, the historical uniqueness of each play points to the radical departure that Anouilh takes with the classic story.

Sophocles does not give the audience much in the way of moral ambiguity. The case is clear, and Creon suffers the death of his family from his unwavering resistance to permitting the burial rights of Polynices. The tragedy of Creon is a kind of mirror reflection of the tragedy of Oedipus in reverse. Oedipus, so deeply committed to finding out the truth and doing right by the gods causes his own demise. His quest for the truth sets in motion his own tragic downfall. Creon, in counterpoint, falls because of his resistance to what is right and just. Creon’s unwillingness to change, his unwillingness to do what is demanded by the gods causes the ruin of his house.

In this way he echos too the role of Pentheus in The Bacchae with his unwavering commitment to the course of action he has chosen. That unwavering style of leadership brings down the mighty Pentheus, as he is slaughtered by his own mother as a kind of sacrifice to the Gods. In an interesting way this same ending is mirrored through the Chorus’ incantation of Dionysos near the end of Sophocles’ Antigone and the resultant bearing of the corpse of Haemon on stage. Through these similar structural events we see a kind of poetic end to the House of Cadmus.

But the central conflict in the two Antigone‘s is so different that we must look here first. In the Sophocles, the moral of the story is, obey the gods and you will be happy. That a striving for this kind of unwavering contentment and happiness is the highest goal attainable to humanity. Anouilh is strict contrast uses the common idea of human happiness as the point of no return for an until then wavering Antigone. In Creon’s attempt to sway her he says that she should return to her room for soon she will marry Haemon and they will have a happy life.

But what is this happiness? To Antigone it is the height of human mediocrity. Be it the two point five kinds, white picket fence and dog of suburbia, or the court appearances, child bearing and queenly routine of head of state, she does not want it. She does not wish to fight over scraps of happiness like a dog fighting over a bone. No she wants the entirety of her desire NOW. Compromise is not something she is willing, or indeed able to strive for. The height of despair to her is succumbing to that mediocre compromise. To live not for herself but for a role written for her.

I found it interesting to read George’s piece on Lacan the other day in light of this play. For the Anouilh play clearly takes an idea of us being inscribed in our roles. This is a clear textual device employed to help point to the futility of human action. Yet, Antigone and indeed all authentic beings, are oriented towards this inscription in a fundamentally different way than the mass of humanity. The journey of Antigone is at one level a story of growing up and coming into one’s own. Of making independent choices and suffering the consequences there of. But that is more the Sophocles than the Anouilh. The story of Anouilh’s Antigone is one of transition from caricature to character. From inauthentic to authentic actor.

The true genius of Anhouilh is that he gives us that struggle, that hard fought struggle, and never wavers from the story. In fact, Antigone at a literal factual level, maintains the same course of action she set out on at the beginning of the play. Yet, when she rejects the mediocrity of happiness and truly explores her motivations for her actions and then continues from that true and authentic place, she has become whole. The significance of her actions change not because the actions themselves change, but because the motives behind them change.

Anouilh further addresses this struggle in yet another subtle and interesting way. He is very precise to avoid the kind of moralizing that is infused throughout the Sophocles. Instead of dividing the world between the Good and the Bad, he shows how the moral and ethical systems of both Antigone and Creon are valid from within their own view point. Even the guards who are wholly unable to delve deeper than the merest surface of being are treated in a dramatically sympathetic way. He gives a choice to his audience, albeit within a rather limited fashion. While the course of ones life may well already be written, our actions prescribed by some divine playwright who has orchestrated the events of our lives, still we are able to choose. Within that tightly controlled formula of our life story we hold within us the freedom of authentic action.

Authentic Categories

Monday, June 5th, 2006

When Jean-Paul Sartre called Che Guevara “the most complete human being of our age” he saw a man who had no inner conflict regarding his world view and aspirations, whose every action made manifest the ideals he lived with inside himself. One may like or dislike Che. They may agree or disagree with any number of things the man did. Che was a highly complicated individual yet he was clear within himself of not only his own personal goals and aspirations, but of what was needed to create a more perfect world. He lived entirely by the ideals he espoused.

This is what we are referring to when we talk of authenticity. The individual is not judged as though a criminal. There is no punishment for wrong doing. Living authentic or inauthentic lives is of no normative concern. It holds no moral weight. No position authentically exists from which one could condemn. Rather, the point of import is within ones self.

Zay Amsbury asks “How does the “come from” of an artist determine their authenticity?” This is a simple enough. It is everything. In one section of his Indeterminacy John Cage relates a Buddhist teaching. The student asks “If the mountains are still mountains and the trees are still trees, then what is the difference before enlightenment and after?” To which the teacher replies, “No difference. Except that the feet are a little bit off the ground.”

In this way we see that the actions themselves may be no different in any formal sense. The wood is still chopped the water still carried, yet for one it is like floating. In the same way, one is always historically determined as regards their prima facia modes of thought and action. One can always act inside of history. One can always follow the path determined y history. Ernesto Guevarra could easily have become a successful Physician healing the rural poor. But few can act outside of history. Or more to the point, few can act with no regard for their ontological historicity because their every action (re)creates it every moment, in every breath.

As I said, “there has been a substantial transformation in Humanity’s mode of existence due to the transition from an industrial to a post-industrial economy. And this transformation encapsulates the arguments of Benjamin and places them within a specific socio-historical context that we label the ‘past.’ ” The very basis for authentic action has shifted. The world historical ‘come from’ is something wholly new and unique to our age. Any attempt to understand the basis of human agency without placing it within this socio-historical context will only be a partial analysis.

It is this shift in the very basis of ontological potentialities that alter the potentials for authentic action. Zay and I both seem to agree that the authentic exists within experience. In the final analysis we find there is nothing beyond experience. I am therefore I think, is a better way of looking at the situation. Thought is just an experience, it is not a mode of being. How one thinks is determined by ones mode of Being. Ones mode of Being then determines one’s experience.

However, the shift in the soil upon which and in which that experience is rooted determines how the experience is experienced. For authenticity is based in moments of direct unmediated experience. It is the action taken by that pre-linguistic self that knows and thus acts. This is highly separate from the inauthentic being who thinks and then acts based upon thought. ‘I think therefore I am’ may well have caused more damage to Western thought than the loss of the the library at Alexandria.

To base ones actions upon thought rather than raw experience is to place a filter on true understanding. In thought all the sensory world becomes like nothing as it slowly reduces to signs and signifiers falling further and further away in a sea of referents. To reclaim that original experience becomes an imperative. To reclaim that original experience is to reclaim the soul. That first breath of air or gush of wind. To find that place of action and understanding that we had before language made us forget. That is the path towards authenticity.

Language is an amazing technology. But too often and too easily do we become ensnared in its mesh and rather than determining the course of language, we allow language to determine our actions. Benjamin’s notion of the Authentic in light of Mechanical Reproduction begins down the path and then gets caught in the trap of its own linguistic structures. It becomes unable to see the very thing it critiques causes the entire field of reality to shift. The very basis upon which we act has shifted due to the rise of the photograph and the film and the many technologies that came after. We have undergone numerous paradigm shifts in the intervening years. And as a result we must be ready to look at the potentials of authentic action from within a wholly new conceptual framework.

Authenticity in Action

Friday, June 2nd, 2006

Zay Amsbury speaks of Authenticity and while the post is interesting I think there is a slight confusion as to the gravitational locus of that Authentic moment. When he says “Whenever you experience theater, however deadly it may or may not be, it is the experience you are having,” I totally agree with him. Yet it is the application of that to ‘Theatre-as-thing’ where I take issue. For his own argument points not to ‘Theatre’ but to experience. And yes there is an argument to be made that all experience is authentic, though I do not agree. All experience has the potential for authenticity. But these are two different ideas and the distinction is one of greatest import.

The line of reasoning that Amsbury follows derives from Walter Benjamin and his notions of authentic art. However The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction is coming from a place where the medium of film is a novelty. In fact the explosive force of photography alone had barely been comprehended by the time film took these potentials to a whole new level. This is important because the modes of production have shifted radically from a national or semi-global economy to a truly interconnected global economy. This transition in the means of production is important not because it changes the ‘thing-in-itself’ but rather because it alters our own internal orientation to the world and as a result the entire notion of authenticity shifts.

It is not possible to think of experiential authenticity outside a historical context. That would simply be an absurdity. The historicity of experience is in fact tied intimately with the very root of authenticity. I would go so far as to propose that the temporal historic occasioning of experience is the root of the authentic itself not a mere relation. The authentic experience of ancient Greece can literally not be recreated in a modern context.

Calling Greek plays ‘plays’ is like calling the Libretto for Madame Butterfly an Opera. It is not. Rather it is a text. The music is left out, just as we have no extant musical texts from Greek drama. The first Operas were attempts to reconnect with the Ancient Greek modes of theatrical production. Song and speech, rhythm and melody. But this quickly transformed into a new art form of its own. The historicity of its temporal nature forced it to evolve and adapt to the given circumstances of culture. This is why the form, like all art forms do and must adapt.

Contemporary modes of production are such that it is possible to faithfully recreate once unique cultural experiences. There are slight variations, but given our orientation towards the authentic, these differences are immaterial. Virtual reality has overtaken objective reality and we now live in a world where those old distinctions become less and less relevant. The digital life is as authentic as the physical life. There are drawbacks just as there are benefits, and I am in no way passing moral judgement here, but the fact remains that there has been a substantial transformation in Humanity’s mode of existence due to the transition from an industiral to a post-industrial economy. And this transformation encapsulates the arguments of Benjamin and places them within a specific socio-historical context that we label the ‘past.’

But I digress. The initial intent of this was to look at the gravitational locus of authenticity and I would say it is in the experience. The experience of the audience is important and they must do their own work. But of more central concern is the authenticity of the artist. Where are they coming from? Is the act of creation an authentic act, or is it trapped in modes of thought that we have already moved beyond? Benjamin’s use of authenticity is further problematic in that it fails to take account of the living quality of Art. He is interested in art-as-object, while my concern is Living Art. Art as verb rather than noun. This is the primary concern in my exploration of authenticity. It is a question of the orientation of the soul and does not concern itself with the literality of ‘things.’


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