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‘Mayday Mayday’ I’ve fallen and can’t move, Tristan Sturrock one man show

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MAYDAY MAYDAY

St. Ann’s Warehouse, 29 Jay St., Brooklyn; 866-811-4111. Through May 5. Running time: 75 minutes, no intermission.

Tristan Sturrock’s predicament was no laughing matter, but laugh out loud you will as he energetically recounts the tale of his falling off a wall and breaking his neck.  Life affirming theatre has a way of smacking an audience in the face, with truth that belies the sleepiness of a busy-busy day.

A Frankensteinian resurrection of sorts begins the performance, when from behind the scrim the actor centers the audience on the body, and breathing.  And then whiz, bang, Sturrock pops into action with an exciting command of the stage.  If you’re not familiar with his stage presence, now you are.  ”Mayday Mayday” is the story of a man who promised himself not to drink too much on the annual pagan celebration.  He must return with chips for his wife who is five months pregnant.   He drinks too much, and the consequence is a horrific accident, tumbling backwards down a wall, where he lies broken neck, breath growing shallow… time passing numbly by.

Obviously he’s lived to tell it, and overcome paralysis.  Sturrock the storyteller uses such artifactual care, immersing the audience in the sleeplessness of rumination.  ’Halo-brace or operation?’, the choice he must decide, the anxiousness of it all he conveys well.  One will have him wearing a cantankerous apparatus bolted to his body for 18 months, the other… well, if the Doctor slips a millimeter — asphyxiation.   The question “What would you decide, Doctor?” gets an ambiguous reply.  Regarding the surgical choice the chipper Doctor closes, “…we all have our off days. Now try and get some rest.”  The story keeps the audience on edge through the twists and turns of life.  Not just his, but anyone’s for that matter.  Everyday we have to make these kinds of choices.

We have to deliberate, and sometimes there’s an immediate deadline pressing.  Not kind of… it does make you humble, when you consider the kinds of choices that lay before you, instead of you before them as was the case for Sturrock.  What ever your story is, I need to find a new studio space, but this one’s too far away, that one’s too expensive, the other one I can afford, but its so far off the subway line.

Do I or don’t I go to graduate school?  What do I study?  What if I choose the wrong thing, and can’t afford the newly acquired debt?

I can’t afford my rent, where do I move?  Do I get a second job?  But when will that give me time for my creative work, my family… my life!?

Choices, choices, choices.  Is it ignorance, churlishness?  There’s something about living in such an expansive time, yet having been raised by a culture who by their own actions created this vortex of freedom while they lived in a time when, for example,  you got a higher education (or not) and then went on to a career and stayed there ’til retirement.  (Those days for a growing number are over, for now.)  Every generation, every period of culture has innumerable choices to make, but if to express our time as being like that moment when the galaxy exploded into gases and stars collided making more stars—the most expansive times of the galaxy, that’s the time we live in today.  We live in a time of turbulence, that can be felt and known interiorly, and seen and heard exteriorly.  Like getting on one of these new high-speed trains, bulletting through townships and cities big and small, sometimes you loose your grip and your hanging on to that last car getting whipped around the curves and you can continue getting whipped around, or make that choice as to how you are going to get onboard that moving train.  Or, you can let go and get left behind.

No matter how heavy the choices, you are not paralyzed.  Despite what the bad news of the day is, you still have to take responsibility for your self.  No matter what’s going on with anyone or any where else, you still have to face what is going on with you.  No matter what choice you make, no matter how sound, there will always be consequences.  I can make this joke because Sturrock kind of did: but he had fear on his side.  No one could make that choice for him.  In some ways fear pushes you, but sometimes that kind of fear appears late in the game… like after the fact, Dear So and So,  You have 30 days to get out.  By that time your choices are limited for reasons of a clock being set to countdown.  There’s an idea!  Don’t wait for life to set a count down, take control and set your own timer to begin.

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John Scott—The White Piece

THE WHITE PIECE, by Ireland’s John Scott was presented at La MaMa in association with Irish Arts Center from March 14-24th.  Part documentary, part poetry, the work involves 14 dancers whose backgrounds vary from Merce Cunningham Dance Company, to African Torture Survivors.

All of the athleticism found in love, conflict, and injustice is equally expressed in John Scott’s “The White Piece.”  So should be dance that moves through a range of subject, and cultural issues, ideas, and context—with a diversified gathering of dancers.  Nuanced with humor, passion, pain, sorrow and subjectivity, THE WHITE PIECE  (A white cloth = healing) transcends the emotion of a rapidly changing world, life of the prisoner of hate, the duranged ego of privilege, and preservation of self.  ”ME!”

Bill Harpe of The Gaurdian (UK) wrote, “Choreography with this degree of artistic and social commitment is very rare indeed.”  To see John Scott flail and slam himself about the ground, is enough expression of pain, sorrow, and frustration at the level of social injustices happening in Ireland, and globally, so as to move one to tears.  Yet even if your eyes well up in abject surrender, at least in the space the performers are holding, is not allowed (or not for long)… tears whisked away with a whimsical movement, or reading of text.

THE WHITE PIECE arose as a response to the feelings of anger from witnessing how a refugee is treated and how they respond, or don’t respond… —John Scott

With use of athleticism and a plentiful representation of character, the differing performers demand of the audience to pay attention as a retired Ballerina delicately moves about the stage, crossing paths with an everyday African torture survivor—bursting open arrays of states of consciousness.  It is exhausting.  The choreographer has succeeded in bringing you into the lives of others, their everydayness in struggle, survival, and triumph.  The architecture of culture.

Fortified with several mature Merce Cunningham dancers, The White Piece is balanced with powerful physical expression typically found in Scott’s artistic vision.  You see everything as the blinders of deeply entwined racism are removed in this experimental workshop where the audience isn’t witnessing a thing that happened in a space being replayed.  Rather, this is a textual performance referencing right now—a story unfolding before your eyes, a cry for justice that only we together as a functioning global-whole, however imperfectly, can resolve.  This is hard work.

Taking responsibility.

Who can tell the story of humanity-in-action better than… The dancers John Scott chose represent differing cultural realities, and as performers they take responsibility for the entire performance by way of authentically representing themselves, and not who they think they are seen as.  No awkward feeling of witnessing someone trying to fit in.  No apologies for who they are, where they’ve been, what they’ve done, or had done unto them.  When the dancers show up in authenticity, taking responsibility for everything that has happened up until now, the veil is removed, and truth is revealed.

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Why Nobody Wants to Wait Anymore

Our family is half republican and half democratic, or left leaning, or half conservative and half liberal. No matter how you break it down, we tend not to talk about politics at family gatherings.  Sacrifice the cause, to maintain the peace. We leave it to the politicians to do the bickering and pontificating perspective.  We go about our lives harboring difference, has it ever been different in recent history, or if ever?

 

If we are not sharing this intrinsic part of modern culture, how do we reach greater authentic interaction?  Is it inauthentic not to share this?  Would it be bypassing to bond in other ways, deeper, more akin to a spiritual longing?  How does it look and feel in culture, to bond in ways based on our lived experience, and ways deeper that remain despite the experience?  In a Nation built on individuality, and freedom of expression (including the right to freely practice the faith of ones choice, or none at all), what will become our moral accord?

Certain events have a changing effect that allow people to see into oneness; those moments when you are over powered by a yearning from your heart, not seeing difference.  Unfortunately, these events are typically of the tragic ilk.  Of course there are times when they are moments of victory. To be victorious in a way that unifies a disjointed culture typically implies war.  Save for landing on the moon, what victory have we acheived outside of War, and has had the power and inluence to catalyze American culture in its entirety into sameness?

The conservative agenda has misguided with falsehood—goading the insecurities of millions of citizens under threat of decay of their way of life.  How will our cultural divide begin to mend? While it holds true that certain beliefs held dear are no longer a part of a nationwide value system, the right to maintain those practices remains firmly in place, so long as they in no way seek to thwart the rights of others.  Even if a moral or religious perspective is held by the majority, the opinions of these people does not trump any of our amendments in the Bill of Rights or our Constitution.

Could it be that not sense the battle of desegregation has our nation been at such crossroads?  A divided or blinded America, either way a growing number of our citizens are publicly demanding that their issues of inequality be addressed in a positivistic and liberating manner.  These needs are viewed by those untouched with disqualifiers, and or the inaction of neutrality.  Yet in our Presidential election was a candidate,for the first time, taking up the cause of many liberal demands. The bravery of a leader gave a national voice to groups whose voice, typically sidelined, whilst shifting others out of their liberal neutrality, validated that our demands as a whole begin to be met. Those demands it must be said, do not find their foundation in thingness; object or dollar—but rather, all that is ours by right of birth.  We are here.

How can I so easily favor one viewpoint over the other? Not because of my multitude of minority statuses, but because it is plain to see that one viewpoint will never on its own make room for more of us at the dinner table.  One viewpoint in its manifestation of destiny gives up nothing—not dignity, not respect.  Those not completely in the majority have always had to fight for their rights.  See every Civil Rights movement for more details.  The differing liberal viewpoint aims to be more inclusive to give certain inalienable rights to more people.  And what, I demand to know, is so wrong with that?

 

Mostly it is because liberal views tend to fall out of favor with Judeo-Christian moral values. But in the real world that we are indeed experiencing, moral values are informed by many different beliefs and practices. Historically haven’t we learned that this is the stuff that religious wars are made of? Yet I feel confident in knowing, that none of us want that. Indeed, then why use fighting words? You might say, why isn’t the stance of the liberally inclusive a fight causing stance? The answer can be found in our first amendment. We all know this as the separation of church and state. The first amendment can only be deconstructed in theory, but not in practice. Why are we professing certain points of our alienable rights, while ignoring or suddenly denying others with our religious, moral, and political stance and actions?

Look to what demographically and group-wise are the things people value. Also look to the power of political persuasion of a constituency. While life and the experience are changing, political leadership does a great disservice to the whole of our nation when they’re stance relies upon peddling the fear of insecurity. And if a politician is so absorbed by the common fears, then he or she is not fit for leadership. Leaders are the uncommon among us, who somehow manage to rise above. And perhaps in the international scene, a leader knows and acts upon the comforting knowledge of a powerful military. But domestically, if that one pointedness guides your politicicking you are asking for anarchy. Our constitution and our first amendment say specifically: speak if your rights are denied, you take to the streets in protest. So why are we surprised to see this excercise on the rise in our country? We are not the exception in this global phenomenon.

I believe that conservative leadership has fallen into a pool of common fears—it has been their purposeful, and ever-more concentrated style since the Reagan era of subversion. Fear is corrosive, highly acidic if not radioactive—it destroys all that it touches, and the last one to realize this is typically the one yielding it like a weapon. Thwarting their own action, they become their own worst enemy.

We can’t wait, because the same still holds true, that the majority has never willfully shared what their political power has claimed to be theirs.  I beg to differ, We all made this.

Desegregation saw much opposition as we well know. As it slowly began to see national acceptance, it was still a hard pill to swallow. Begrudgingly, our Nation progressed forward, until it simply integrated and became common place. Leadership like the individual, can awaken by choice or by force, as was the case with desegregation, and that awakening leadership guides a culture wide shift in consciousness. As was the case, and still is, with desegregation and the ignorance that fueled it.

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A Personal Note on the Presidential Election

The American Life:

I view Mitt Romney and the viewpoint he represents as a threat to my Civil Liberties, and social justice. As a gay man, the conservative party thinks of me as less than, unequal, and undeserving because I do not fit in with their moral or religious values. From my perspective I am living through this generation’s Civil Rights Movement, much the same as my mother and father, grandparents, aunts, uncles, greats and on had.

I do not take the time we are living in lightly, and I refuse to “sit down.” I am every bit here; living, breathing, creation, existing on earth. This to me is reason enough to be viewed and treated as an equal. Harbor whatever beliefs you may have, but in the public sphere do not take away that which is mine by right of birth.

When you vote on tuesday, please consider not only your quality of life, but also that of others. This is why I will again vote for President Barack Obama.

Much Love

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Majority Rules

[Contemplation] It asks a tough question of individuals.  We are all at some point in the majority, and when you are, how conscious are you of your influence to change things?  Most things are true but partial, no different with this… somewhat inspiring, also cynical.  This question could have a conversation with gentrification, politics, globalization (big gentrification), gender; sex, identity, orientation—the list is expansive.

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Change and Why We Might Fear It

The drive towards perfection has permeated our relationship to the experience of life.  Have we forgotten, or ever really known, that all of this is only true upon mutual agreement?  As the creator you are free to introduce any element to the story, and all of your creations are subject to judgement.  Yet fear of judgement is no reason to halt or slow the process—it is the nature of this stage of manifestation’s perspective.

We fear change because of its unknown qualities.  Because in our familiarity with today we face a loss

Time Waits For No One

of navigation, if we change the status quo for tomorrow.  As a society we have grown comfortable with a way of knowing life, and the kind of changes we need to make will require us to let most of that go and simply be with the uncertainty… the imperfection of learning to walk again.

With authentic truth and judgement there is pure uncertainty.  Even at the very edges of the explosion that is continually giving birth to life, there exists no glance of future, only imagination.  The explosion is the birth of time, and all else that follows.  The only moment, for sure, is happening right now. Perfection is Nirvana. Yet if life is never-ending, Nirvana is limited only to our relationship to life—but life itself will always be imperfect. Embrace this, and embrace change.

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What About Process?

Last night  at the restaurant, I heard from a gentlemen whose manuscript had just been rejected for the sixth time.  I pat him on the shoulder and jovially said to him, “Oh, you mean you’re six times closer to it getting accepted?”  His eyes immediately lit up, and a big grin came across his face.  I reminded him of some kind of truth.  I suggested he have the intention to continually shift his perspective to the process.

Process by leahshea.com

We are a culture, focused on the outcome.  So many great accomplishments have we, it becomes hard not to always have such a perspective.  Technology, medicine, even fashion—we are rich with materialities.  If we want something, we can press a button and have it shipped to our door by the next day.  If we want to become something, we can go to the internet and search for others who have already become that.  We can go and find their accomplished works, and ingenuity. We see what they have created—the finished product.

Yet how many times have we also heard the story of the published writer, whose manuscripts rejected countless times before succeeding at publishing.  Or, the scientist who makes a great new discovery… we focus on the discovery, and not the fact that it may have taken her a decade to produce the proof that merely validates reason to further study?

Take a look at the Process Perspective, it will expand your outlook, appreciation, and tenacity!

*Art work by Leah Shea.  a 20×20 poster titled  SOSO MUCH.  Visit LeahShea.Com

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Cultural Navigation Disrupted; BigThink on Tips for Innovators

Three Tips for Innovators: Move Nimbly, Open Wisely and Fail Gracefully | Input/Output | Big Think

Whenever we travel some place new we take a map.  Vaitheeswaran essentially says we’re entering in to a time of global disruption.  What is being disrupted?  Read the article, and you’ll see why I suggest that it is our  ”Cultural Navigation System” that is being disrupted. The most innovative times in cultures across the globe, has been in response to a need and desire.  What gave rise to innovation, is also what thrusts us in to some place new, disrupting our learned way of navigating our entrepreneurial creativity.   Vijay gives us three points to follow: 1) Move Nimbly 2) Open Wisely 3) Fail Gracefully.  Being innovative requires taking risks.  The first risk is doing something you’ve never done before—traveling unchartered territory.  These 3 points I see as practical guide posts on a map.

Vijay Vaitheeswaran surveys the landscape of the global economy and sees “wicked problems,”… And yet, Vaitheeswaran is an optimist. He argues you can find “enormous opportunities for profit–you must move nimbly, open wisely and fail gracefully.”

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Film Review—The Tree of Life: Kosmocentric Realism

If you haven’t heard The Tree of Life is a film that questions immortality from the perspective of an eternity.  The eldest son of a Texas family contemplates his life, as he reconciles with his father. The film came out earlier in 2011.  As many artistic films do, Tree of Life  received mixed reviews from critics and theater goers alike, yet many awards it has won. [24 awards and 15 nominations] Writer Terrence Malik also directs Brad Pitt, Sean Penn, Jessica Chastain, Joanna Going, Fiona Show and Jackson Hurst.  Malik is a Harvard Philosophy Grad, and Rhodes Scholar. His films are typically out of doors, with nature, and steeped with philosophical and spiritual pondering.  Some critics claim that not since Kubrick’s 2001:Space Odyssey has a film dared such cosmic feast.

A visual journey, the movie travels back to before the beginning—blink and you will miss it, because nothing is nothing; the unknowable; the un-tellable story, not even darkness because light had yet to Become.  Flash!  Gases explode and the Universe is born.  Mother and Father are in crisis after they each receive telegrams.  A spiritual contemplation in a secular world, how, why would God be so indiscriminate?  Why, if faithfully mother prays for the safety and health of family does death come in such a cruel and merciless way?  Thy will be done.

The film starts out as Mother contemplates lesson of her rural youth.  You either follow the path of grace (she), or of nature.  Nature can be cruel and unforgiving.  Grace, the opposite—driven by compassion.  Either way, life is imperfect though.  Yet by choosing to live with Grace over Nature, we choose to temper ourselves, we choose wisely over following instincts.  The eldest son, distant from the father, resembles him during his budding youth.  Experimenting with vandalism, steals something from a neighbor and then is wrought with guilt and shame.

Malik’s ideas are that of a Realist.  His film’s perspective is decidedly non-relative.  A spiritual journey  is a human quest, and as much as it asks who or what is God, it asks who and what am I?  In the film Malik takes us only as far as we know, our journey is quite expansive, and this includes billions of years before we came along on the scene.  From the start of our Universe to the first signs of life on earth, through pre-historic times, and the birth of hominids—this process of birth, death, and new life indirectly tells us why we are here.  I say indirectly because  some of the more eloquent moments in the film are without words.  Malik ends The Tree of Life without a definitive; without cornering the nature of the universe, attempting to tame the wild nature of a 14 billion year process.  Spelled Kosmos (the original Greek spelling and definition) points to the sum total of reality which includes mind and spirit.  That is to say, both the knowable and unknowable.  The Tree of Life also ends with a fantasy.

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