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interruption science and aesthetic exploration

Monday, August 14th, 2006

It would make sense that the majority of the results for Interruption Science would lead to things like books and blogs on how to organize your life. Meet the Life Hackers addresses the idea of interruption in the workplace. Sure there are “good” and “bad” interruptions, and when the goal is getting work done, one must try and maximize the efficiency of the interruptions one faces in daily life. But this is not all there is.

When brought into the realm of aesthetics, the role of the interruption becomes something different entirely. Watching a play we do not want distraction. The cellphone going off is one of the worst things that can happen, especially in a rather quiet dramatic moment. We want to get lost in the performance, not reminded of the office. Of course, the role of the interruption has existed in theatrical theory for quite some time. Stage illusion can be as deadly and calcifying as anything else. But so too can an overly “Brechtian” performance.

One of the main currents in Brecht’s Short Organum is the necessity of creating a theatre that speaks to a contemporary audience. All the trappings that we have come to see as “Brechtian” are due to the particular historical context in which he found himself, rather than inherent to the theory. What is inherent is a work that speaks directly to a contemporary audience, through the visual language we know as members of society.

Theatre as multitasking.

There are times when sensory overload can create a kind of deep focus that is otherwise unattainable. I went to a poetry event at St. Mark’s about five years ago that had an activity which did just this. A participant would sit down at a desk in front of a typewriter while three radios blasted and several people would pick up various books and read passages from them. Plus there was the more distant noise of the crowd at the event as well as flashing lights, etc. etc. What I found when I sat down was at first total distraction and could not type a letter. But soon everything congealed as a kind of stream of consciousness automatism and I just wrote until I reached the end of the page. I hit an amazing level of concentration during that writing. The only time I have ever repeated that kind of concentration is sitting at a tech table during a run through for a show.

Layers of information create layers of meaning as well as degrees of distraction. Crafting these experiences is a delicate balance. What is a good interruption?

House of Lucky has a moment at the end of the first half where an incredibly drunk man collapses to the floor. When I lit this in 2001 there was a very slow light cue that faded to a blackout. Before the lights ever actually reached a total blackout they blasted back to a full brightness as our hero awakes with a severe headache. Interruption as focus.

Being a freelance lighting designer is a job that must manage interruptions. Discussions about the holocaust must shift on a dime to talking about a zombie musical. These are interruptions of the kind that everyone must deal with to greater or lesser degrees. This is a necessary element of modern life. Incorporating them into the realm of the aesthetic and deriving from them some kind of significance is a line of inquiry that has much room for exploration.

you can’t do that on television

Friday, August 11th, 2006

Ajax falls into a chair weeping as Athena leaves him with Odysseus looking on in fear and awe. A silence filled with the dim cold flicker of a television set tuned to nothing. A campfire in hell. Athena reenters transformed. The other two begin to morph and change. Another television fades in giving a dull glow to these three now circling an unknown center. Orbiting a mystery. They transform, now become chorus speaking fluidly from one to the next; birth, growth and decay in fast forward, they try to understand the horror they see before them. Unable to believe it is true.

Scandal.
Odysseus whispers it,
drops poison in every ear.
Oh, they believe him, easy, easy,
they pass along your shame, and laugh to hear it.
Who slanders little men?
Only the great are envied,
heroes, princes,
our bastions in battle.
Even there, in the clatter and roar of war,
spite yaps at their heels.

Damn I love rehearsal! It is always amazing to me to see these words come alive in the bodies and voices of the actors. To see the movement of the piece burst forth from the mind of a director. To see a hunch on my part turn out to be an incredibly strong choice.

Ajax presents a first for me. I have used a lot of “alternative lighting” sources in my work. It is something I have a little reputation for. But, until now I had never lit a show with televisions. That thin and pale blue light. The cold flicker like the flames of hell or madness, unsettling in its dance. Working in a rehearsal with lighting is a wonderful luxury. Even if only for a day or two, having the time to play along with the actors and director finding the shape of the work is a wonderful opportunity to have.

I have always loved the look of television light on people’s faces, or flickering on a window. It is one of the few truly random lights we ever get in our otherwise highly organized world. The flicker can mesmerize us. Millions sit transfixed by this dull flickering light for hours on end every day of the week. I have never been a big fan of watching television, with the sole exception of The Simpsons. While not a fan of the programming, I do truly love the light. It is very exciting for me to light a play with televisions.

We are not lighting the whole show exclusively with televisions mind you, but they are a primary mode of illumination. Enough to keep my reputation for “alternative lighting“. But truly they operate as a strict and necessary storytelling element. This tale of madness and despair can not be told without them. They are as necessary as a gun in Romeo + Juliet.

What is truly exciting to me is that Thursday evening, one of the actors mentioned how they were interested in exploring the televisions interrupting the action, an idea supported by the director and of course one that I find very engaging. Ajax is a perfect text to explore interruptions. Structurally the play is a series of interruptions and near interruptions. The psychological way in which the text is being staged calls even more specifically for such moments. What all will be possible in the workshop setting remains to be seen. But there is a lot of potential.

For the “open rehearsal” on Sunday we are only presenting a fragment of the piece. The intent of the event on Sunday is to find producers for an eventual full production in New York. We are also taping the run through to be sent to Sibiu Rumania for a production next summer. The rehearsal is open only to guests and at specific times. If readers here would be interested in attending please contact me and I can arrange for you to view the event.

inter/ruption

Thursday, August 10th, 2006

I had been thinking through a post for a while and was on my way to write it when, as George put it, ‘The Great Provocation Debate of 2006 ‘ erupted. In many ways this was perfect as it totally derailed my train of thought that I had been building upon for weeks. But it also proves my point more exactly than anything I could write.

I have been interested for some time now in the notion of narrative interruptions. What I mean by this is those moments where a narrative is going along and some thing or some event completely alters the course of those events. Half the time these are mere blips, like the “cigarette burn” that Tyler Durden points out. And everything just keeps on going. My interest in interruptions grew out of my readings of John Cage and his explorations into indeterminacy. What intrigued me about the notion of chance, was how it could create a situation where unexpected things would come into confrontation with one another. A story would begin and then something would, unexpectedly break into that story and change it. Like a sudden thunderstorm, they only really impact during their existence, and are soon forgotten.

But there are other, more significant kinds of interruptions.

I moved to New York City from Berkeley in late August 2001. Less than two weeks after moving here, the entire landscape of American politics had shifted. A political system that had been limping without purpose after the cold war found a new enemy, and began to engage that threat with the fullest of rhetorical devices. I remember sitting in a teachers living room, displaced from my own downtown apartment, watching Bush’s speech that night and commenting, “This is the beginning of Fascism in America.”

This was no mere thunder storm.

The interruption exists in all great works of art. To one degree or another. Hamlet, like The Orestia is interrupted almost before the narrative begins with the death of a king. Ajax with Madness. Romeo and Juliet with the death of Mercutio.

Interruptions can exist in a larger sense as well, such as the aesthetic interruption caused by Picasso’s Les Demoiselles d’Avignon. Or Duchamp’s Fountain. In theatre one such example would be Brecht, Weill and Neher at the Baden Baden Festival presenting Mahagonny.

Interruptions are significant because they point out our complacency. They show us where we have been calmly accepting of something that is perhaps much more significant or dangerous than we had previously imagined. Like the passive acceptance of a bully or a fascist. Interruptions are powerful because they exist, in a way, outside of linear time. By pointing out our complacency or blind assumptions, they recontextualize the past and thus change it as much as the future.

My friend Jeff is a painter. He has tried various experiments involving the destruction of his paintings. So he can focus on the work of art rather than the fabrication of cultural objects. This is the interruption.

It was a blue sky day.

That is what made it so shocking. A beautiful, soft fall day. With a slight wind and crystal clear skies. So beautiful.

I remember one night, it was winter a month or so later. A thick mist hung in the air, it was late night and dark. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a spark and as I turned to look a huge downpour of blue sparks few out of a steel I-Beam that still sat in a dusty hole in the ground just off Broadway in lower Manhattan. The construction crew, working late at night to dismantle what was left of these twisted steel arms. Clearing away the weeds, so something new could grow in its place. Beautiful.

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