Archive for May 2014

Committing   2 comments

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I have written a rather unique book, titled Committing, which was launched recently at a special event at Mount Royal University. Committing features a short script and commentary dealing with the sensitive issue of teen suicide. If you know me and know my writing, this might be the last thing you’d expect from me. This is how it came about.

For a few years now, I’ve been associated with Helen McPhaden and the Stardale Women’s Group. (Please see my post Attention Must be Paid, December, 2012, which is actually included in the book.)

Not long after I wrote that post, Helen received funding to create a performance dealing with the problem of suicide among young people in the aboriginal community. She asked me if I would oversee such a project and I was intrigued and even flattered to have been asked, and so I took on the role of, in Helen’s estimation, the artistic director.

A year and a half ago, then, we began the arduous journey of creating a play – or at least a performance piece – dealing with this very sensitive subject. Being neither aboriginal or adolescent, and for the most part quite ignorant about suicide in general, my real goal was to help create a piece using the information and language the girls themselves would provide.

In this project, we were serving (at least) three masters. One was the creation of a meaningful and performable piece, through improvisation and other theatrical techniques. The second was to provide some training for the girls, who knew virtually nothing about the acting process. Finally, we needed someone to direct the play for at least one performance, which happened a year ago in Edmonton. (There were to have been more in Calgary last June, but then the flood happened and we all know what happened then . . .)

Because of the dark nature of the material, I thought it would be a good idea to go against the grain and hire a director with a background in clown and physical theatre. That person was initially Elaine Weryshko, a wonderfully talented performer from Calgary, but she was presented with the opportunity travel and so we lost her. The road beckoned, and who could blame her for following it?

And so the project was handed off to Geneviève Paré, another young and wonderfully talented performer based in Calgary, with what is certain to be a bright future and good career ahead of her.

Any credit for the work that was finally presented must go to Gen. In my mind she did the almost impossible, wrangling 25 – 30 girls to create a text in the first place and then directing them, all the while imparting the basic fundamentals of the theatre and performance – all in a very limited time frame.

While she was doing this, I sat back and took notes. When you hire the right person, there’s not much else left for you to do, unless you want to try your hand at micro-managing which has never interested me.

These notes I took form the bulk of the book Committing. This allowed me to include in the book many of the images and ideas that came up in our improv sessions, but that didn’t make it into the final version of the play. For this reason, I think the book would be of interest to those involved in dramaturgy and collective creation as well as to those who work with youth and for whom suicide is an issue of interest.

The book obviously contains the script of Committing as it was performed that one time in Edmonton, but I think it is really more of an archival record of what happened, rather than a blueprint for future performances.

Finally, the book also contains an introduction by Stardale Director Helen McPhaden underscoring the seriousness of the problem today in our First Nations communities and beyond.

This year, the Stardale girls have created a different performance piece, a dance in partnership with Alberta Ballet, titled Alesha’s Dream. This piece was performed at the Wright Theatre at Mount Royal University on Wednesday, May 21. Following Alesha’s Dream we launched the book Committing. I gave a short reading from the work and copies were available for purchase. All proceeds will go towards supporting the ongoing programming at Stardale.

It’s lovely book, designed by Vincent Joachim, and an important one on many levels. If you would like a copy but couldn’t make it to the launch, I’m sure Helen would love to hear from you. Books can be ordered by emailing her at stardalecharity@gmail.com. Suggested price is $20.00.

Thanks for reading!

Here’s one of my favourite songs by the incomparable Robbie Robinson . . . .

 

 

A Curious Affliction   5 comments

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I’m going to let you in on a little secret that very few people know about, at least until now. For most of my adult life, in varying degrees of severity, I have been afflicted with a condition known as prosopagnosia, which means that I have trouble recognizing faces.

Many people I know, especially as they grow older, complain about their inability to remember names. Or even to remember people, period. (Even themselves, in some sad cases.) That’s not a problem for me. I remember people’s names, and often seemingly insignificant aspects of their life story. But that doesn’t do me a whole lot of good if I can’t actually recognize the person in the first place.

I didn’t give this too much thought when I was younger. I thought it was probably normal, common even, and by and large I have learned to live with it. But then one day I came across an article in the New Yorker by Dr. Oliver Sacks titled “Face Blindness.” In this article, Dr. Sacks talks about his own case of prosopagnosia, and says that among other things, he might not recognize his own wife except by context, such as seeing her in their home, or by an article of clothing or a piece of jewelry she’s be wearing that would be familiar to him.

In this short video, he says that in some instances, he doesn’t even recognize his own face:

While I can certainly appreciate that there is something wonderfully and tragically poetic about not being able to recognize even oneself, I cannot say that it has ever been that severe in my own situation.

But that’s not to say I am not afflicted with this condition. There is an online test that one can do, found at http://www.faceblind.org/facetests/. I did at and failed badly. (It’s an interesting test to take and if you think you might have this condition, I encourage you to take it and see for yourself. It’s also a good time-waster.)

In my case, the most common manifestation occurs when, after meeting a person a few times, even in a short period of time, I am capable of walking right by him or her a few days later with absolutely no recognition. This comes across as either arrogance or just plain bad manners, but believe me, it’s not a conscious decision that I make. I simply don’t always pick up on the face. In fact, there have been many cases when I’ve recognized someone by the shoes he or she is wearing, or a coat or purse. But not the face.

This can be particularly disastrous in terms of business and romance, which may in part explain why I am essentially unemployed and totally single. Meetings with people I have only seen once or twice are particularly problematic. In some cases, if I’m not sure of what the person looks like exactly I will study their photos on Facebook before a meeting, if I happen to have them as a friend. Otherwise, I have to hope that they will recognize me. To recognize someone out of context is virtually impossible for me, which in part explains my rigorous adherence to routines. And yet, at the same time, and who knows why, there are some faces that I never mistake and will never forget.

There’s no rhyme nor reason to it. There are no predictors or indicators. I am unable to recognize faces irrespective of gender, race, skin colour, age, etc. etc. Those who know me would surely think that hell would have to freeze over before I’d forget the face of a beautiful woman, but alas, it happens. The condition, in my case, is random and indiscriminate.

I’m working on a novel these days in which my main character suffers from this curious affliction. So far, it’s been an interesting field to stick my literary shovel into. As far as I know, in the realm of fiction, no one has ever done this before. There’s a certain satisfaction knowing that you may be the first to do so. They say “write what you know” and that’s just what I’m doing.

Meanwhile, in real life, I’m dealing with it. It’s not getting any worse, and over the years I have built up many strategies for coping, so by and large I get by. I do get caught out sometimes, and it’s embarrassing. But by and large, I have learned to cope.

So if I walk by you on the street without any acknowledgement, I apologize. As you can see, it’s really quite innocent . . . except for the rare occasions when it’s not.

I leave you with this great old video that has nothing to do with anything, but that features mullets and a trombone solo, so what more could you ask for?

Thanks for reading!