churches of theatre

the churches of theatre are afraid of ...reaching out toward

a world that is in a perpetual state of rhythmic becoming, changing, renewing

they want to freeze the world with themselves as experts, intermediaries

removed from our senses

rigid, ossified, 'classic'.

T.O. street fragments

In preparation for our upcoming workshop of Sprawl: The City in which I Love You, we have been gathering images and fragments to interweave into Isaac and Aura's sketchy urban art tapestry of downtown T.O. --pls let us know of anything you've seen/heard in the public sphere lately you'd like to add to our list in progress, thx.

--two police officers to tourist looking guy wearing handcuffs behind back, his bag and an expensive looking camera on hood of cruiser, loudly protesting his arrest, --charles st. just west of yonge:

Keep your fucking mouth shut!

--teacher to other teacher on sidewalk in front of school after staff meeting:

Let’s go get some caffeine, nicotine, anything to make us feel better.

--guy in restaurant to his wife referring to their son: I’ll pay you just to get rid of him. other previous comments to son: you haven’t eaten a thing, all you’ve done since you got here is whine and complain. I was just testing you about the ice cream. You’re not getting ice cream until you finish everything on your plate.

mother adds: you know who likes whiners? no one, nobody likes them.

--guy in line at Tim Hortons in Dominon: (really quick auctioneer like delivery)

Had a coffee already today but I liked it so much I think I’ll have another coffee.

other person in line: can you say that any faster?

guy: after I drink my coffee.

--women in Graham Park both pushing 18 mo old kids in swings: she is ruining her life with him, throwing her life away.

He is 35 yrs old with nothing to show for it, nothing to put on his c.v. Even if he gets himself out of debt, he will just start all over again. He likes the good things in life.

--near Viewmount park-- pregnant woman pushing baby carriage, an 11 or 12 yr old girl on way to school brushes carriage on way by-pregnant woman pushing carriage, grabs and shakes the girl and says: “don’t you ever touch my daughter again!”

--in Starbucks on Eglinton:

one woman (late thirtiesh) to another on way out:

How bad was it?

It was bad.

Real hardcore.

About as bad as it gets...


--Lakeshore and York, homeless type guy says to woman stopped at intersection....get off the fucking cell phone....why don’t you learn how to drive...hey bitch get off the cell phone....

she doesn’t hear him and he walks past the car

--St Clair & Christie

son about 7 yrs old to apparently recently separated father walking down street...daddy what does ‘agitated’ mean? father: agitated...how do you mean? what context did you hear it in? son: i don’t know just agitated? father: well, if you were to use it in a sentence you would say....the man was really agitated, meaning he was upset. son: why? father: why what? son: why was he upset? father: who? son: the man in the sentence. father: well, there could be lots of reasons...somebody did something wrong to him, he lost at something. bad day at work. son: or father: or what? son: or he got into a fight with his wife. father: where are you hearing these words anyway?
son: agitated is not a weird word, i just never knew what it meant. father: so now you do? son: sort of. father--why don’t we go get a lottery ticket. son: and a freezie. father ok

Two women jogging in cedarvale ravine: yeah he’s living such an insular life now he says his freedom is in phone calls.

Cedarvale again...one woman with her dog from way across the park to another woman--how was the surgery? the other woman, long pause, starts walking slowly toward her...how much time do you have? and this conversation is taking place bit by bit as the one woman walks slowly toward the other...i thought of sewing up the wound. the first one went ok apparently, but there were complications and the second one didn’t go so well.

--Davenport/Alberta parkette....middle aged guy lying down in park on bench reading porn magazine

--outside Yorkdale: guy to group of guys....i’m free from the crying machine, the screaming machine, the wrecking machine....i’m gonna really enjoy these two hours away from him.

--St. Clair and Atlas.....woman bleached blonde late twenties, on cellphone--emphatically: but that’s charity, not friendship, you know i don’t believe in charity...that wouldn’t be doing anyone any favours...etc

--St Clair and Dufferin....three people on street in front of sports cafe 40’s or 50’s italian....they are all facing one of the other guys and talking in a kind of monologue to them....each guy who is being spoken to, is himself speaking to someone else...all three are for the most part talking over top of each other. not sure about what.

--St Alphonsus school, kid hiding in amongst school buses and cars in parking lot...father pissed off...i've had it with this shit....get in the van now...kid throws a few more snowballs....sense he might get beat on, but he doesn’t care, he’s been beaten before, probably will get beat anyway, so might as well have some fun beforehand, screw you dad and mom....mom, the busdriver has yelled at him in the past, she is being strangely silent and letting dad, the guy who seemed like the quiet one before (maybe he was always just really hungover) do the talking. both kids and mom have long bright red hair.

--two guys mid 30’s, paunchy, walking dogs with starbucks coffees, in Cedarvale Ravine near the Heath st. side

guy one (i think describing nanny who he wanted to get rid of but his wife wants to keep): she doesn’t cook, she doesn’t drive and she is an abysmal cleaner.

other guy: i could see maybe finding a way to deal with the first and second of these but not the third one

Atlas ave. sidewalk-- a toddler (3-ish) slips and falls down on ice while holding his mother’s hand. she roughly pulls him/her back up, dangling kid a little, then sort of shoving the kid angrily forward. kid careens ahead.

thots on spontanaiety and control

i think there is a fear of abandon...of the chaotic energy at the heart of creation which we all have within us...it seems we are afraid of being overwhelmed by it...kids, of course have a lot more immediate access to this energy, it is a birthright and huge resource...there is this myth that the process of growing up, maturing, involves giving up access to this sense of spontanaiety, play, unpredictablility....our lives become much more about obedience and conformity, following set paths toward certain rewards...yet through drinking, drugs, video games, art etc. we do whatever we can to not lose this part of our lives...and dreams, of course insist we keep contact with the underground, however much we are cut off from it in daily life.

in ‘night follows day’ (tim etchells/forced entertainment) there is a scene where the kids kind of just go wild, but it’s not wild really, (anyone who has kids or works with kids sees this all the time) just human play, a sense of abandon, provocation, contact, conflict, physical risk, the gap is shrunk between impulse and action-- this maybe is the key, thought processes are moving with the body, or sometimes the body is actually leading...it feels slightly dangerous and fun both to watch and participate in!

we have a theatre here in canada where, for the most part, the mind is always carefully mapping things out and justifying it in terms of authority/status quo/common sense/the rational way, before moving ahead with emotion, passion, the body....we do shows about the effects of repression without incorporating subconscious and irrational energies into our creative processes. what we seem to like best is doing productions of artists who have themselves worked with these irrational forces in ways that, though once new and bold and potentially subversive have long since been incorporated into society, (mommy/daddy/corporate and gov't funding bodies) as culture. so that we pretend to be exploring, out there, "still very relevant" stuff, when actually we are just rehashing, things which now are quite comfortable, familiar perspectives, and not at all connected to the newness and strangeness of the current moment.

art, of course, requires structure and is, well, artificial, so in the end there needs to be impeccable control and interplay of elements....i think though that we only allow ourselves a very reduced sense of what those elements could consist of...in our desire to name and control, and prove our thesis as it were from the get go, we cut off many avenues of possible exploration....a certain life force in the mix...perhaps dark, perhaps radiantly bright-- because it is somewhat frightening...it reminds us of things we are trying to repress, have been taught are childish, that we should grow up from. all these absurd rules about behaviour which are part of socialization, most education. most of our theatre reflects this fear of our birthright-- to experience the creative font of anarchic exuberance and spontanaiety at the core of being.