FW-The Movie

Mary Ellen Bute’s
Passages from Finnegans Wake

In 1958, she saw Mary Manning’s stage adaptation of James Joyce’s text, called Passages from Finnegans Wake, a title Bute replicated to avoid the struggle of acquiring permissions from the James Joyce Foundation. She simply got permission from Manning.

Short Note on Following a Performance While Smoking

Brecht claimed one spectator who smoked (“a single man with a cigar in the stalls of a Shakespeare performance”) could initiate the breakdown of occidental art. A revision of that statement today would, instead of on the lonely fight led by a partisan with his cigar as his weapon against the seductive powers of emotion-saturated spectacle and its attention regime, focus on the slightly asymmetrical partition of the present through the non-concentrated, effortless, discreetly (or at least non-dramatically) luxuriant activity of smoking. And it would ask for the difference between someone who smokes while following a performance, and someone who follows a performances while smoking.

For diversion never splits presence up into symmetrical contemporaneous. In diverted presence there is always already a slight inclination, a bearing based on the attendee’s preferring something: I don’t do two things at the same time – I’m doing something while I’m doing something else. And insofar as my being-there determines my being, I am not the coexistence of two activities correlated to ‘two things on my mind,’ but I am the one who enjoys the inclination to slightly favor one of them, in order to do the other one meanwhile, as his freedom. I am the subject of that pleasure.

Exciting new book/press alert!!

“Sirens dislodge them-
Selves from monoliths,

Swim beside us, tongues-
Tied to our anchors.”

Yeah that’s right: two exclamation marks. Just a quick heads up to the fact that Laurence Wilhelm Lillvik’s new book of poems Tongues Tied to Anchors is now available. Laurence is an astounding writer, and his poems bulge with disorientating charm and a splendour that really is something to behold. If that wasn’t exciting enough (hence the extra ! in the title of this post), this release also marks the birth of The Cartophile Imprint, a new press in Portland, OR.

Get the sucker (and its cool Black Flag referencing cover) by clicking here.

cynema

Just recently, I’ve been thinking about cynicism. While it ranks at the forefront of every good person’s bad faith today, and is the medium through which we believe and are sincere, and in which we sincerely believe, I’ve been wondering about the exceptions to the cynical rule and the rule of cynicism, of what current artistic manifestations exist that do interesting and surprising things with cynicism. I’m especially interested in cinema, but I would welcome any examples that occurred. Help? Don’t say Von Trier or Haneke.

Turning opposites/Gary Lutz as realist/the tunneling eye of/thoughts on transcendence in modern literature 2

(1) Lutz’s language institutes the estrangement of modern life at a linguistic level. In doing so his prose has a curiously paradoxical quality. Oddly embodied and physical in their syntax and grammar Lutz’s sentences are also simultaneously removed and abstracted from their affect. Lutz’s style creates odd shifting channels, each sentence following its own set of gears and mechanisms. The emotional affect of the writing comes from the seepage of these forces acting upon one another. By the end of certain stories it even comes to oil them.

(2) Lutz is a very strange kind of realist-minimalist, the writing is so present, so gripping that the act of reading becomes oddly pressured, your mind gets worked into uncomfortable forms. I remember writing in an essay once that David Foster Wallace’s work was intellectually chiropractic, that it was rigorous and at times painful but that you always got the sense it wanted to make you better, leave you feeling refreshed and limbered up. Lutz’s writing has no such concerns. Lutz’s writing is crippling in affect, he demands our language honestly reflect something both abstract and real. This feels terrible but occasionally I’m reminded of Francis Bacon if one removed the overt ‘drama’ from the paintings, drained the colour and showed them only under the pale fluorescence of office light. His characters while always held at a stylistic distance are incredibly raw, appear always to have been pruned too far back. These disfigurements work because they are rooted in our received language, notions, expectations etc and it is once again a display of the paradoxical tensions at work in his writing. Lutz’s work, I think, serves a particular critique of a society warping under the pressure of its own compulsive mundanity. Often in his writing a cliché is obliquely referenced only for it to be turned on its head because its generic literalism, its acceptedness in the world, requires it to be hammer-locked, turned to honestly confront the audience it had forgotten.

(3) Lutz writing is so disorientating because it reverts the already reflected world back into position and what we see is nightmarish and recognizable.

(4) Lutz’s work belongs to that very special canon of realists that show us a legitimate and real version of hell, a hell all the more hellish and demeaning because we can and do tolerate it. The tax of it is so very stealthy after all. Traditional realist novels accept the representation of the world they are given and make critiques within it. Lutz is like Kafka but divested of his mythmaking narratives (we are not even allowed that now).

la règle du jeu: 2

“To parody a well-known saying, I shall say that a little formalism turns one away from History, but that a lot brings one back to it.”

– Roland Barthes, Mythologies, 112.

Neuter

After her elder sister had gone upstairs and the bass twanging talk with her brother in law ebbed away step by step, she did what she thought was appropriate. She went flat down on the mat and composed herself for sleep. Next to the corpse it smelled of incense and oranges. One ear on the ear of the mother, she heard the rain like something outside of both, the living or the dead. For a while fears and doubts stuck around where her body touched the ground. She performed little jerks forward and backward, trying not to move too much. Then she came to a rest.

How can people say Peter Sotos doesn’t write amazing sentences?

Parents trust reject-magic. Especially. Maybe. When their children are hurt by something unfair and completely out of their control. They look for messages and bent reason and talk about bonds and clarifying connections. Purity. Love that is tangible. Electric. It has to be. And the superstitious shrimp that don’t grab for something pathetic like god and nature are the sicknesses that sink back into themselves only to ask you later to excuse their repulsive frailty.

– Peter Sotos, Comfort and Critique

What else could theatre scripts look like?

Since the start of the year I’ve been on attachment at the National Theatre Studio, taking some time out to think about my practice in theatre and trying to get my assumptions shaken and my habituations disturbed by people who are smarter than me. The most unexpected turn in this incredibly valuable process has been a complete reframing of my anxiety and discomfort around scripts. Often I’ve worked without scripts, except as a record of what’s already happened in the making of a piece — for all sorts of reasons, the model of writing a script in advance which is then handed on to a director, a bunch of actors, a creative team to “interpret” really bothers me. But an early intervention in this reflective process made me wonder if, when I turned my back (mostly) on scripted work a few years ago, I could instead have asked myself a more liberating question. If I don’t like how scripts are and what they do, what else might they be instead? What other models could we turn to, to make a different kind of script that could allay all those political / ethical / aesthetic / methodological concerns by which I’ve been constrained?

I’ve just spent the last week of my attachment working with some of the actors currently resident at the National on this constellation of questions, and in particular, looking at a bunch of possible examples from other areas of artistic practice. It’s really instructive to note the incredibly rudimentary technology of the play-script/text (great at indicating words to be spoken, but tending from lousy downwards at anything else) when compared with some of what’s happened in poetry, music and visual art over the past fifty or more years.

Below is a selection of some of the ’scores’ (a loose word, but serviceable in the circumstances) that we’ve worked with this week. Some of these are intended as works to be performed, one way or another, and some are not; none of them are intended to be realized as theatre pieces, but we found that many of them could successfully be ’staged’ (especially given more time than we had). A whole bunch of other questions about authorship, interpretation and fidelity immediately open up, but that’s fine. There will be other weeks, other attachments.

Asking “what else could scripts look like?” is not specifically or necessarily about breaking conventions or destroying theatre as we now know it, but simply about enlarging currently meagre resources — not only for the writer, but for everyone involved in theatre practice. To ask what else a script can be is of course to ask what more theatre can do, what more can be done with it: and how we describe our ideas in sharing them, how we notate our work, radically changes what we are able to imagine it’s possible for our work to do.

How would you perform these scores?

Michael Basinski, from The Germ of Creativity (2003)

 

Jean-Michel Basquiat, ‘Carbon Dating System Versus Scratchproof Tape’ (1982)

 

Cathy Berberian, from Stripsody (1966)

 

Cornelius Cardew, ‘Schooltime Special’ (1968)

 

Cornelius Cardew, from Treatise (1963-67)

 

Bob Cobbing & Jeremy Adler, from Notes from the Correspondence (1980)

 

Ken Friedman, ‘Center Piece’ (2003)

 

David Miller, Untitled (Visual Sonnets)

 

Franz Mon, ‘Kandidat der Kanalisation’ (1997)

 

Jeff Nuttall, from Pieces of Poetry (1966)

 

Maggie O’Sullivan, from murmur (tasks of mourning) (2004)

 

Cy Twombly, ‘Apollo and the Artist’ (1975)

 

and three by me:

from Blurt Studies (2009)

 

‘gospel’ from Wonderful Christmastime (2009)

 

from ‘handprint/mouth configuration schematic (ON THE FLY)’ (collaboration with Jonny Liron, 2009)

There Are More Questions Than Answers

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Questions:

As part of a workshop at the National Theatre Studio on Friday 29th January I asked the participants to write down four questions, one each for any four of the following possible interviewees: someone you love or loved romantically and is no longer around; an extra-terrestrial; a teddybear or plushy toy you’ve ever had; a dead film star; a cat or dog or goldfish; someone you used to sit next to in class and haven’t seen since; your doctor or dentist; anyone whose picture you had on your wall as a teenager; anyone else in this room. The sixteen questions above were taken from the 32 that the workshop participants wrote. This writing exercise was part of making a short theatre work, and at that stage had nothing to do with the idea of this post.

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UK residents reported as missing persons since the start of January 2010.