Showing posts with label dada. Show all posts
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Friday, 10 July 2015

Dada Dramaturgy: Jonathan Beedell @ Surge 2015

Slapstick & Slaughter
Wednesday 29th July, 13.00 & 17.30, Candleriggs Square
Thursday 30th July, 13.00 & 17.30, Candleriggs Square

About Surge Festival
What inspired this production: did you begin with an idea or a script or an object?
Jonathan Beedell : DADA dadadadadadadadada.. ! *&^%$£ !! ?
We wanted to do something that connected with WW1 commemorations but definitely not a show about soldiers or the trenches or letters home or war poets etc as we thought those subjects would reach saturation point very quickly. So we wanted to find another take on things, perhaps something about the sheer absurdity and waste of those four terrible years. 

The Dada movement historically certainly seemed to express some of that. It could certainly be argued that Dada is the most positive thing to emerge from the ashes of the conflict.. so we started with that. We read a lot, looked at odd bits of film and images and thought about the dada legacy – how to reflect its contemporary realities, we researched Duchamp and the others - and also looked at the life of Fred Karno – inventor of the custard pie ( allegedly ) – who was a practical joker and entrepreneur who took Chaplin and Stan Laurel to the USA.. The WW1 troops were often referred to as Karno’s Army.. for obvious reasons…


So we began with many ideas and lots of conversations… Then we dived into the studio and went a bit crazy. Months of pent up energy and boredom with the hum drum realities of running a company exploded in improvised lunacy. Lots of concrete poetry, bla di bla, repetitive nonsense, anger, words, stupid movements, dada delving in dirty dancing - and then a few props came to hand, including a big canvas that was knocking around. That became our main prop and backdrop and a symbol of ‘art’…

Art must tear life apart ! Action is the enemy of thought !

So we began with all three at once. A script of sorts emerged and is always changing. A lot of the text is chosen moment by moment. Objects arrive and move on. Ideas never stop.



Why bring your work to Surge?
We want lots of people to see the show. We want more bookings.
We want to enjoy Glasgow. And we want to get a sneak preview of the Ian Smith festival. Of course. We are all Vagabond Kings !


And ‘cos you asked us.

What can the audience expect to see and feel - or even think - of your production?
I hope they are shocked, provoked and amused. And entertained. I hope they laugh. A lot.

They will see two quite old blokes giving out a lot of focused energy and sublime madness, comic timing, idiocy sprinkled copiously with spittingly ranting polemical sloganeering and propaganda of the vilest kind.

And a nice abstract painting, great costumes, and fine facial hair. They might feel angry and confused by some of it, or even upset. But they’ll be happy. Eventually.



About Dramaturgy
How would you explain the relevance - or otherwise - of dramaturgy within your work?
I think we have an instinctive feel for what works, and that’s about it. We very rarely work with dramaturgs as such, but always have outside eyes feeding in to the process of creating the work - friends, neighbours, stray performers and dogs – the odd professional or two… and they can be very odd some of these people…

Perhaps conventional dramaturgy is not that relevant to the kind of work we do – we deal with emotional, visceral narrative and with audiences who are not trapped by seating or four walls, so the motivations for dramaturgical input are so very different and there don’t seem to be many ‘dramaturgs’ that connect with or understand the street arts context that I know of…. Maybe there’s a gap in the market there…

What particular traditions and influences would you acknowledge on your work - have any particular artists, or genres inspired you and do you see yourself within their tradition?
Dada certainly. The English absurdist tradition. Various eccentric artists – Vivian Stanshall, Max Wall, Ivor Cutler, Ian Smith among others. I think we were pioneers of a new tradition of street theatre, so I feel we are closely allied with all those of us who work primarily outdoors, circus included, though personally I hate red noses…but the street theatre tradition influence on me came from early work by many people, Interaction, Action Space, Welfare State, IOU, Albert Hunt, Roland Miller, Jeff Nuttall, Adrian Henri et al and right back to Joan Littlewood and community theatre – and then from later experiences in Europe with all sorts of others – with processions, street bands, improvisations, dance, fools and clowns and songs - but all about outdoors and taking work to non-theatre audiences.

 I’m inspired by people as diverse as John Berger, Keith Jarrett, Groucho, Marx and Charlie Drake… Audiences and ordinary people outdoors in the street ( public realm to you ) have been the best critics, inspirers and influencers throughout. If it doesn’t work for them and they start to drift away, then you’re not doing it right. Simple really.



Do you have a particular process of making that you could describe - where it begins, how you develop it, and whether there is any collaboration in the process?
It begins when we start.

We develop it through play.

We never collaborate. We just bang heads together.

( Collaboration should not be confused with consensus. Collaboration is a recognition of each other’s strengths and foibles and finding a way to accommodate all points of view or offers without too much dilution of integrity or passion.. )

We do a lot of mulling and a lot of reflecting to begin with. I read voraciously and regurgitate words in random ditties, didacatics and desperations. Then we distil, argue, give in, give up, or occasionally hold dear to the things we love.

What do you feel the role of the audience is, in terms of making the meaning of your work?
They can believe whatever they want to believe, but that doesn’t make it true. They take away some emotional truths I hope - and reflect on what they’ve seen. The meaning has to lurk in their shopping bags and emerge when they get home. We often involve them in the work, but not much in this show. Their reactions to ‘stage actions’ will often determine our timing or length or focus of sections of the performance, and that will affect the meaning. Or not.

Are there any questions that you feel I have missed out that would help me to understand how dramaturgy works for you ?
A definition of dramaturgy ?

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Ta-da! It's Dada...

The internet is not just for porn, after all. I just discovered a poem by Tristan Tzara, one of the early dadaists. I couldn't resist the title: Proclamation without Pretension

I am trying to research the origins of Visual Theatre: having decided that it probably started in Zurich, 1916, I am flicking through the excitable manifestos of the period. Admittedly, I want Visual Theatre to begin with Dada - it's a neat date to begin research (I'd already discovered that a proper historical analysis would have me starting in pre-history, or reading up on primate gesture systems), links theatre into the currents of visual art and, given the whole dada revolutionary spiel, suggests that visual theatre is part of a reaction against the staid and conformist. 

Never being one to waste some good text, I thought I'd share Tzara's Proclamation and add a few comments... the poem is in bold, my comments in italics.

Art is going to sleep for a new world to be born
"ART"-parrot word-replaced by DADA,
PLESIOSAURUS, or handkerchief

It's a nice start for the boy from Romania. Three lines in and I am already confused. I'm assuming that he is linking the idea of "art" to the status quo of the "old world" and insisting that art needs a bit of a kip to let a new world do its thing.  

The talent THAT CAN BE LEARNED makes the
poet a druggist TODAY the criticism
of balances no longer challenges with resemblances

Yes, I think I got that: the poet is a druggist, someone who either blisses out his clients with sedatives, or patches them up. I have a good friend who is a pharmacist, and I am sure that he won't be insulted if I say that he is not a medical doctor... the poet does not cure, only alleviates. 

I am deliberately ignoring that slap at "criticism" although I might misquote it later as a slogan for my own attack on existing attitudes to criticism. 
Hypertrophic painters hyperaes-
theticized and hypnotized by the hyacinths
of the hypocritical-looking muezzins

Look, I gave you the wikipedia link for the first word... I am quite enjoying Tzara's style. I do alliteration like that sometimes - usually when I am hoping that a theatre company will quote me on their posters. 

I think he is saying that painters have gotten all fat and have been praised too much by the critics ("the hypocritical-looking muezzins"). If he is, this is more interesting than I thought. Tzara is making explicit the problems of a society where artists allow critics to define their work. 


CONSOLIDATE THE HARVEST OF EX-
ACT CALCULATIONS

You are on your own there.

Hypodrome of immortal guarantees: there is
no such thing as importance there is no transparence
or appearance

I'm guessing he means hippodrome, the place where they had chariot races. Reading this is like peeling an orange - I'm throwing half of it away to get to some juicy bits. How about "there is no such thing as importance"? All is transient, the grandeur of art is just a passing moment: the nihilism arrives on time. 


MUSICIANS SMASH YOUR INSTRUMENTS
BLIND MEN take the stage

Yes, I felt like that after watching an episode of Jools Holland. Maybe, when Raydale Dower staged his Piano Drop at Tramway (a slow motion video of a piano being smashed), he was thinking of this line... and maybe he could restage it under the title 'What Billy Joel ought to do next...'

Is Tzara asking for more blues-men? Or does he mean blind men is a symbolic sense. I hate it when artists do that, use disability as a smart-arse metaphor. As it goes. Tzara, the Five Blind Boys of Alabama were the best part of 'The Gospel of Colonus' so I'd suggest that getting blind men on stage isn't all that revolutionary.
THE SYRINGE is only for my understanding. I write because it is
natural exactly the way I piss the way I'm sick

Is he shooting up? There is a slight hallucinatory tinge to his writing... Burroughs would get into this kind of disorientation of meaning and juddering of grammar, and he liked his smack. 

Actually, I think he is making an excuse for himself. All the other artists are bad, because they are unnatural, but Tzara has to write. That doesn't make it okay...
ART NEEDS AN OPERATION

Classic style slogan.


Art is a PRETENSION warmed by the
TIMIDITY of the urinary basin, the hysteria born
in THE STUDIO


Ah ha! I wonder whether he did this before or after Duchamp put his pissoir in the gallery? If before, Duchamp's cheeky found object is a commentary on this poem's opinion of art. If after... well, that's less interesting. 

We are in search of
the force that is direct pure sober
UNIQUE we are in search of NOTHING
we affirm the VITALITY of every IN-
STANT

Say it, brother. And that makes sense, pretty much.
the anti-philosophy of spontaneous acrobatics
Might need to think about that... unless he literally means that he likes people just doing acrobatics for no good reason. But - who doesn't?

At this moment I hate the man who whispers
before the intermission-eau de cologne-
sour theatre. THE JOYOUS WIND

Hang on, that just sounds like me moaning about the guy eating popcorn when I was in the cinema.

If each man says the opposite it is because he is
right

Get ready for the action of the geyser of our blood
-submarine formation of transchromatic aero-
planes, cellular metals numbered in
the flight of images

above the rules of the
and its control

BEAUTIFUL

It is not for the sawed-off imps
who still worship their navel

And for my next trick, I am going to compare this to the lyrics of a Slipknot album.