Monday, September 19. 2005
Jasonpost 1: prophecy Posted by Benjamin Lloyd
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Comments (0) Trackbacks (0) Jasonpost 1: prophecyThursday Shannon split us into two groups and asked us to create a movement theatre piece illustrating the background myth to Jason: that of Phrixus and Hellas being saved by the golden ram who flies them to safety before being sacrificed, thereby transforming into the golden fleece. Here was an example of the practical payoff of maintaining a company of actors familiar with each other. I couldn’t imagine working with a group of strangers the way I instantly began working with my little group. In less than hour, each group had a three-minute play with movement and sound, which we performed for each other, Shannon and stage management. Chris, who is designing sound and creating music for the production, had us underscore the other groups’ play with spontaneously created music using a variety of simple instruments and noise makers. Both Shannon and Chris received a bunch of ideas from both groups about how to stage this little play within the play, which appears in our production as a Goddess’s vision. It also jumped out at me as an example of the kind of group theatre that Revival might lead to. Saturday I got to work on Phineas on my feet, with playwright John Olive present. It’s always an honor to work on a new play in front of the playwright, and a bit intimidating. There’s a part of me that fears him standing up abruptly and shouting, “No, no, no! What are you doing to my play?!” But John is a quiet and friendly presence, and instantly begins making changes and handing out re-writes, partly based on the work he’s watching us do in rehearsal. “So where does Inos come from? I ask him. “Oh, I think I had Calaban dancing around in my head when I wrote him” he replies. I decide to work with two canes as the feeble, bent over, blind Phineas, in a kind of homage to Anthony Sher and his memorable Richard III, a process of actor discovery beautifully documented in his journal, The Year of The King. He and his book have been on my mind a lot, since it’s the only example I’ve read of an actor linking his personal life with his creatively so intimately in print. I’m no Tony Sher, but at least there’s a precedent. My favorite line I have to say in the play belongs to Phineas, as he tries to dissuade Jason from receiving a prophecy from him: “The truly courageous face the future blind”. Sunday arrives and I have miss meeting for worship because of rehearsal. This always makes me grumpy, but Shannon has gone so out of her way for me, letting me go early three days a week, I can’t ask her for any more favors. In my dream theatre, any artist is unconditionally released for any religious observance. Actually, in my dream theatre, we all work the same hours as the rest of the world, 9 – 5 Monday through Friday and weekends off until tech week and performances. The morning is spent staging and working on some new pages John has given us. He has to leave this evening and so is now dictating small changes to us, rather than having the assistant stage manager run and make copies of new pages. It is through the playwright’s presence that I feel something new is coming to life. It really is special. In the afternoon, we perform our “assignments”. I have gone around the bend on mine – the prophesies. I came to Shannon in a panic about it Saturday, and she assured me she was just as interested in hearing about the panic and the failure on Sunday, as she was in having actual prophecies handed out. So I outlined what I was up against to share with the cast. I decided that I would take this assignment seriously, and not come in and pretend to read someone’s palm and tell them they were going to come into money. I realized this was an opening to bring the Revival work in to the Jason setting. Looking at Quakerism, I realized that there is a prophetic tradition. Fox and some of the Valiant Sixty had pure visions which they describe in their journals and pamphlets. Since then, Quaker prophesy has come through the powerful vocal ministry of Friends gathered with others in meetings for worship. In Jason there are exact prophesies (a man with one sandal on will overthrow you), inexact prophesies (you won’t die by drowning and you’ll live into old age) and suggestive prophesies (here’s an image – a beautiful yet threatening woman calling out for you). Friends tend to work in the latter two, but will be moved to change the entire course of their lives if they discern that God is speaking to them directly and powerfully. The test for Friends is the response that prophetic witness receives from that Friend’s meeting. Friends don’t let Friends change their whole lives without a thorough threshing of the prophesy at hand. So I determined that I would lay all of this out for the group, my process in working on this task, as well as my misgivings. The first question you have to answer is, do you think prophecy is possible at all? If the answer is no, then that’s it. No point in going forward. I decided that I thought it was possible. Then you have to ask, well what exactly is prophecy then? Psychological empathy? Statistical expertise? God? And if God, what does that mean to you and how does God become involved in prophecy? Because here’s the big problem if you really think it’s possible: you might see something in your friend’s future which is horrifying. This is exactly the situation Phineas encounters with Jason. Luckily for Phineas anyway, Jason breaks out of the prophesy when the beautiful woman Phineas channels to him spooks him. This is, of course, Medea, and so Phineas gets off the hook without having to transmit the unpleasant business of her killing Jason’s children and all that. Other cast members presented other assignments. The actor playing Orpheus recited a hilarious poem he had written about coming to the first day of rehearsal. The actor playing Jason gave a political speech. When my turn came, I essentially recited to the cast what you’ve just read, and then invited them to have 15 minutes of worship in the manner of Friends with me. I asked for any who wished to be the focus of that worship to come into the center of the circle, and we would see if any prophecy came out of that worship. I stressed that no one need say or do anything. Mary Beth and Miles came forward and sat in chairs in the middle of our circle. Revival had begun, in a completely unexpected way. Friends, there was rich, though perhaps too quick, ministry. What I remember of it was one of us rising to say that he felt both of them may have to leave us for a time, but that he hoped they would return, and that we would welcome them. Another rose and spoke about both of them being embraced by this small circle, which was embraced by a larger circle: circles embracing the uncertainty they both faced. And lo and behold, e.e. cummings made another appearance, but through a different poem. Afterwards, there was that paradoxical sense of calm exhilaration one feels after genuine worship. There was a general feeling that “something happened”, that the energy in the room had changed. Miles cried and had to leave the room to regain composure. When he returned, he said, “I knew this was going to happen. I just knew it”, and he smiled. Someone said, how can I take this feeling home with me? Another agreed, I want this rehearsal to go on forever. And I thought, these are glad tidings indeed. Sunday, September 11. 2005
God, my birthday and e.e. cummings Posted by Benjamin Lloyd
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It’s my birthday, and the nation mourns. In 2001, some friends actually suggested that I “change” my birthday and celebrate it, say, on the 12th instead. Huh? My birthday is my birthday. Changing it means the terrorists win, or something. Anyway, I’ve arrived at that mid-life point when birthdays just don’t seem like a big deal anymore. I remember hearing older people talk about this syndrome, and even in my thirties I’d think – that’ll never happen to me. I want some presents, man! But today I kind of wish it wasn’t my birthday. Maybe it’s because I’m pretty sure I’ve crossed that unknowable line, and I’m now closer to my death than to my birth.
But my children and my wife delight me, and their love and excitement over my birthday lifts the gloom for a bit. We eat sticky buns in bed and unwrap presents. Sooz has got me the complete Monty Python T.V. shows on DVD, and my mood lifts a little more. Though how will I squeeze it in around all the sports I have to watch? My Mom has sent me two novels by Anne Lamott, the author whose prayers I have mentioned earlier. Anne’s novel Traveling Mercies affected me greatly. She is my spirit sister, being both a recovering person as well as a political liberal of deep Christian faith, who’s not afraid to write about God and does so with enormous humor and insight. Mom has sent me her novels All New People and Hard Laughter. Sooz and I are startled and delighted to find that the latter begins with an e.e. cummings poem Sooz recited as part of our wedding: i thank you God for this most amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any – lifted from the no of all nothing – human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) Typing this now, my eyes well up, seeing the birthday message that I missed then, covered as I was by sugary breakfast and my noisy little family. But God has a way of getting the message to you when it’s an important one, as you will see, friends. My birthday is on a Sunday today, so we head off to meeting for worship. I go ahead with Ella to do some copying I need for meeting for business after worship. Today is the day I hope the meeting will agree to let me use the meeting house for Revival. I have put together a handout for Friends to read when I make a brief presentation on it at meeting for business. Ella and I arrive in the meeting room 15 minutes early an sit in the “quiet room” as it known to my children. Haverford Meeting has been historically connected to Haverford College for years, and so the meeting room was built to contain the Haverford students when attending meeting for worship was compulsory. It is a big room by Quaker standards, and it seems bigger these days, since it is never full when we gather for worship there. Our Society is in decline, and Revival is as much an attempt at reviving it as it is an attempt at reviving something in the theatre. My children have both taken to meeting for worship, and are fairly good and hanging out with us there and not being too noisy. Ella sits contentedly leaning against me, playing with the small brochure that greets newcomers who seek some basic understanding of what is happening in the mysterious quiet of Quaker worship. I try to center, and I imagine each of the people I have written about before – Dad, and my three half-sibs – wrapped in a glorious cocoon of light, being healed by Divine comfort. Help us get from the hurting place to the healing place, I think. Sooz arrives and takes Ella to the play room, where she spends the rest of the morning playing with other little Friends under the care of our informal First Day School staff. Griffen decides to spend the entirety of meeting for worship with Sooz and I, something he has done before. It is unusual for a six year old who loves climbing trees and playing outside as much as the next kid. But I believe two things are work in his staying with us: one is, he loves just being with his Mom and Dad in the deep stillness of worship. The other is that I think God is working on him, in that deep, inscrutable way God does, and that it feels good, and Griff likes it. Meetings for worship can be maddening or inspiring, Occasionally, they reach such a level of deep ministry that they confirm all the things you wonder about, as you sit in the quiet struggling with your faith. Today’s meeting was such a meeting for me. I must tell you friends, this is just what happened. This is how God speaks to us through others. This is why I believe we are all ministers. A woman rises to speak who I don’t recognize. She says she’s an artist, and has been thinking about the contrasts of colors, and how it relates to her conception of God. She says that some feel that darkness is the absence of God, but, she says, she has come to believe that it is the darkness that makes God happen. She sits. Thank you, thank you , thank you, I think. I’m looking for the inner movement that may lead me to ministry, but as full as I am of feeling, and as much as I have to say, I feel no need to speak. An older member rises and sings the praises of the simple joy of gathering together for worship. He sits. A deep stillness settles over us all. About a half an hour into meeting for worship, another woman rises who I’ve never seen before. She says her son is getting married soon, and she has been looking for something to read at the wedding. She hasn’t landed on anything yet, but she feels moved to share a poem with us today. No, I think, it can’t be. She begins, “i thank you God for this most amazing day . . . “ I gasp, something like an electric shock shoots through me, Sooz reaches and we grasp hands over Griffen’s lap. The women continues reciting the poem, she really has memorized it, and the tears are pouring down my cheeks. Griff leans against Sooz and watches me, concerned. She whispers something to him. Later in meeting, he puts his arm around me and says “I love you, Dad”. I hold him and try not cry any more, for fear of upsetting him. I say it was God speaking to me, saying, it’s your birthday, this beautiful day, and I that will never die am by your side if you will open the ears of your ears and the eyes of your eyes. The atheist will call me a delusional fool, and this is certainly a possibility. The psychologist will say we have a deep need to make sense out of the seemingly random events in our lives, and so we identify patterns, sequences, relationships that bind these events in a more meaningful whole, attaching significance to them that they don’t actually deserve. Okay. But faith is a choice, not a certainty. This is where I part ways with so many evangelists. I don’t claim to know that God exists, or that a man named Jesus was His son. I don’t claim to know that God spoke to me through a woman I had never met, who recited a poem of great significance to me. But I choose to believe so. That’s faith: choosing meaning over randomness, turning the events of ones life into a sacrament. Sunday, September 11. 2005
Revival: Meetings For Theatre Posted by Benjamin Lloyd
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Up to this point we have been dealing with the external, visible, physical process of communion . . . [b]ut there is another, important aspect which is inner, invisible and spiritual. My difficulty here is I have to talk to you about something I feel but do not know. It is something I have experienced and yet I cannot theorize about it. I have no ready-made phrases for something I can explain only by a hint, and by trying to make you feel, for yourselves, [these] sensations . . . . What name can we give to these invisible currents, which we use to communicate to one another? Some day this phenomenon will be the subject of scientific research. Meantime let us call them rays. Now let us see what we can find out about them through study and making notes of our own sensations.
Constantine Stanislavsky An Actor Prepares, pp. 199-201 From the Revival Invitation: For a long time, I have suspected a connection between my experience as a Quaker in worship and as an actor rehearsing and performing. I have written about this connection in an article for last December’s issue of Friends Journal and in a book I have written to be published next year by Allworth Press. I have explored it in workshops I have offered to several Quaker meetings wishing to explore vocal ministry (what happens when a person speaks at a Quaker meeting for worship). But now I feel led to explore this divine/creative connection in a theatrical context with theatre people. And so I invite you to participate in “Revival”: group research exploring theatre creativity using Quaker process as a foundation, gathered initially around the work of the actor. There will be no charge for your participation since you will be, in essence, a co-creator. At the outset, we will invite participants to use scenes from Edward Kemp’s translation of Lessing’s Nathan The Wise, but also leave room for improvisational participation. Later, we hope to be able to expand our focus, and perhaps use our evolving process to create new work. One of the basic ideas in Quaker worship is that the impulse to rise and speak is divine, and it is felt. I believe that this “divine nudge”, this “inner movement”, is also present in moments of good acting. Quakers believe that God speaks to us through each other. I believe this is true in a variety of situations, Quaker worship being one possible venue, the theatre being another. I am seeking a way to test these ideas theatrically in a more spiritual context than the conventional classroom. I am calling our gatherings “meetings for theatre” in the same way Quakers use the term “meetings for business”, which are meetings for worship during which the business of the meeting is conducted. In our case, we will have meetings for worship in which theatre is created. The basic format will begin with Quaker worship. Out of that worship, a participant may feel moved to create theatrically: perhaps using language memorized from Nathan The Wise, perhaps using the ideas and images from Nathan as inspiration for something improvised, perhaps offering something unrelated to Nathan. Even though some will have memorized roles from scenes from Nathan, we will ask all participants to come neither determined to offer work, nor to remain silent, but to be open to God’s prompting. This is consistent with the approach to Quaker worship. How the work unfolds from such beginnings, how we return to worship, and what kind of creative ministry may emerge is all part of our exploration together. The worship session - and the work which may be offered from it - will end, there will be a short break, and we will reconvene for “worship sharing”, focusing on what has transpired at that meeting. I have no idea what this workshop will create, or where it will take us. I suspect we will learn something valuable, but I offer no guarantees. I only offer questions, and Rilke’s suggestion that we live in them: • do the forms of Quaker worship and discernment lend themselves to theatrical creativity? • can Quakerism offer a way for theatre artists to grow both as artists and as spiritual beings? • can these two journeys – artistic and spiritual – stimulate and enrich each other? • can we invite God into our art using Quaker worship as a form, and will a divine presence make itself felt to us and influence our choices? • how might our discoveries be applied in a classroom within a more conventional curriculum? how might they be offered to existing producing theatres? • how might we adapt this work to offer it to artists of other genres? I believe that the act of artistic creation is divine in nature, and that the most meaningful theatrical events, for the practitioner and the witness, both comic and dramatic, are transmitted and received as spiritual events. This is not a new idea. Some of our greatest theatre thinkers – Stanislavsky and Grotowski to name only two – were deeply interested in the artistic/spiritual connection. Peter Brook explores this connection in the chapter called “The Holy Theatre” in his great book The Empty Space. I think we as theatre artists have been orphaned from our spiritual lineage. I believe we want to act as spiritual agents in the world, but have lost the language and the means to do so, in part because fundamentalists have hijacked spiritual language, and made some of us afraid to use it for fear of being labeled zealots. I propose that thinking about “God” and inviting overt spiritual investigation into one’s artistic process need not threaten anyone, and may lead us back to the essential and vital energy we crave. Obviously, this is not a workshop for atheists. But one of the wonderful things about Quakerism is its universalism: you need not be a Quaker to worship with us; you need not even be a Quaker to bring divine ministry into the world. Anyone, from any faith tradition, theistic or non-theistic, or with no defined faith tradition at all but at least a willingness to do some spiritual seeking, may join us. From the Revival Prep Doc: Revival Foundation (common Quaker words or phrases are in italics) Here’s the basic idea in a nutshell: no one offers anything unless moved by the Spirit to offer it. The Quaker proposition is that God can be felt through deep listening. And we do mean felt. Look for physical, visceral sensations arising out of the stillness which propel you to action. Our experience has shown us that this kind of listening can be enhanced when we gather to listen, or worship, as a community. How do you know it is the Spirit moving you into action, and not, say, that cup of coffee you had just before arriving? Initially, if you’re not a seasoned Friend, you don’t. This is why the emphasis is on waiting. Sit it out until you absolutely can’t. This deep listening for, or waiting on the Spirit is called discernment. The seasoned Friend is looking for an impulse which is connected, somehow, to the group. The seasoned friend is looking to discern ministry arising out of the noise or quiet of his/her mind. Ministry tends to lead us to action. So we are seeking to be led. We come to meeting for theatre neither determined to offer something, nor determined not to. This is one of the first relationships I discovered between ideal Quaker experience and ideal actor experience: in both we are completely present. Let our ministry during meeting for theatre, and our conversation afterward, be guided principally by these Quaker testimonies: • Simplicity. Strive for simple gesture and speech. Let your offering be no more than what is necessary, and no less than what is sufficient. • Integrity. Seek wholeness in your offering and your responses. Be loving, sincere and truthful. • Community. Rejoice in our being together. Seek first to support the other. Friends believe in continuing revelation, which is the idea that the Divine is unfolding before our eyes every moment of every day. This idea has deep implications with the way we work with texts, which we believe cannot be fully appreciated unless interpreted through our contemporary experience. Friends also believe that there is that of God in each of us. Holding on to these two ideas, let us look for the Divine aspect in each of us to see what is revealed through it. In Quaker worship, structured experience can be seen on a continuum. On the unstructured end, there is meeting for worship, which is, theoretically, completely free and open to the promptings of the Spirit. On the structured end, there is meeting for business, which begins in worship, but which has a fairly conventional agenda and which proceeds in most cases the way a group gathered to make administrative decisions would, except there is no voting. Meeting for theatre is attempting to place itself in the middle of these two experiences in terms of structure. Stefan pointed out that meeting for business is properly called “meeting for worship for business” and so too for us, we are actually holding meetings for worship for theatre. A description of a Meeting for Theatre: A group of people sit in stillness in a circle. They are worshipping in the manner of Friends, seeking a calm and centered state of mind from which to discern the voice or nudge of God. The quiet has substance and potential; it is like a bright bell before ringing. Worshippers move in their seats, lean forward to hold their face in their hands, stretch ever so lightly, take furtive glances around the room, stare in to space with inscrutable concentration, sit with eyes closed, at peace. In the context of meeting for theatre, each of these states attains significance, as if each worshipper is performing their own worship in absolute unselfconsciousness. A person speaks, seated. He uses some text from the play we have selected as our vehicle. He then moves to his own words, gently urging us not to wait in the desert. Time passes. A woman stands and moves into the center of the circle. She seems to be dancing, slowly. She speaks softly, and claims us all as her children. She reaches out. A collective, palpitating expectation sweeps over us, like the moment before a great sneeze. Another woman stands and comes to her. They embrace and dance slowly. We release into them. Then they lock eyes. I feel a jolt of electricity shoot up my spine. I want to avert my gaze, so private, so intimate is their gaze. But I am called to witness. Then they sit, these two women who have known each other for just three days. Time passes. I notice a friend crying, quietly, in her seat. Our eyes meet. She looks away. A woman speaks about seeking an ancient energy, an ancient archetype she feels she needs and can’t find – the Crone. Time passes. We’ve been at worship for about 40 minutes. The unselfconscious group performance of quiet worshipping is at it’s peak now: great longing stares into the infinite, heads buried in hands, frozen gestures caught in the moment just before acting, glances of longing and curiosity from friend to friend. A man rises and does a slow dance, gently tapping his chest. In a startling example of prophetic ministry, he says “You are not the Crone,” answering the ministry that had come before. “You are the Mother. The Crone speaks through me, and she says: when you are ready for her, she will come for you”. He dances some more, before sitting. The friend who had spoke of the Crone before weeps quietly. Time passes. Feeling our worship has run its course, I reach for the person next to me. We shake hands, as do the others, and meeting for theatre takes a break. Friends stand, stretch, go to the bathroom, huddle together in quiet counsel, hugging, holding hands. We return for the worship sharing portion of the meeting. After some quiet worship, we begin a discussion of sorts about what we have just witnessed and experienced, mindful that we are still a part of a holy assembly, avoiding argumentative or impulsive responses and judgments. The discussion is rich. Many who are there testify to the hunger they have felt for a way to explore the connection they believe in, between the divine and the creative. Some are moved to speak about how the experience has opened them up as Quakers, and perhaps helped them understand themselves as Quaker ministers, perhaps given them a confidence they have lacked before. Some ask general questions of the group: how did it feel when this happened, when you heard that? Others sit quietly, listening, watching, soaking it all up. I find myself caught in the struggle of being both a participant and an observer, self-consciously scratching notes into my notebook during both the worship and the worship sharing. But I am also filled with the sense that there is something exciting happening here, something needed. I wouldn’t call it a certainty, I still feel very much like the Argonauts: sailing into the unknown. But like them, I feel great happiness at the group gathered around me, and a queer faith in the Great Hand that guides us. Saturday, September 10. 2005
Addiction & Transformation Posted by Benjamin Lloyd
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Yitzak called me the other day. He spent eleven days in the psychiatric hospital in Norristown. “It was a real hell-hole, “ he said to me, “there are people there who are only half human”. He has been sent to a residential rehab center for addiction recovery in Baltimore. I will try to get down there to see him over the next couple of weeks.
Yitzak and I know each other through a kind of undercover fellowship that exists to help people recover from addiction. I’m not supposed to mention it in print, so I’ll have write in code. I will call it The Rooms. I am Yitzak’s mentor in The Rooms. I feel bad bringing it up at all, but it forms a spiritual foundation for everything I do, and the lessons I have learned in those rooms inform most of the choices I make today. Samuel Bownas was a 17th century English Quaker who wrote a book called The Descriptions and Qualifications of a Gospel Minister. It is a book meant to help experienced Friends guide younger ones through the challenges posed by Quaker ministry, especially the fact of its spontaneity. Bownas writes that “inspiration or revelation from God by his Spirit is of absolute necessity to guide a minister in his ministry”. He describes this revelation as a life-transforming event, one that has the same qualities of a baptism. Through the events leading to the revelation, one is born again, one’s life is transformed, and forever after one may look back on one’s life as a kind of “before and after” story arranged around this transformational event. Being released from the bondage of addiction has that transformational quality, and the fellowship Yitzak and I belong to sees that release in spiritual terms. It is one of the ways that these two parts of my life – recovery and Quakerism – deeply inform each other. Through the Divine intercession of my recovery, I believe I have received the revelation, and the new life, Bownas writes about. Bownas implies that without such a life-altering spiritual experience, one cannot be a true minister. This raises the bar quite high by modern standards. Tending to the quality of ministry during meeting for worship has been a Quaker struggle almost from the beginning, and it continues today. I feel that this challenge has reached a crisis point in our modern era, with meetings offering very little guidance to newcomers about when to speak. Our fear of speaking publicly about intimate issues is much lower that it was even 50 years ago, and consequently Quaker meetings are much more likely to devolve into “meetings for discussion” - to quote Brenda Heales and Chris Cook - as opposed to meetings for worship. That quote comes from the Loring book, volume II, and the chapter she devotes to vocal ministry, which she says “is not notional, political, theological or speculative.” She goes on, “in the absence of an understanding of the prophetic nature of Quaker ministry and its grounding in interior worship, much contemporary vocal ministry has become modeled on the experiences of the attenders in other settings”. In other words, some people new to Quaker meetings think the same rules apply there as in a group therapy, political meetings or meeting for recovery from addiction. While there is no doubt a relationship, she and I both feel we are in danger of losing sensitivity to the awe that comes with connecting to Divine energy. |
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