click here for Jan's website

  

Thursday
Sep082011

This and That

A cool grey day and we are off for a weekend of canoeing tomorrow.  Crossed fingers for good weather would definitely be appreciated.  September really does mean getting back into harness and now we have our money from the Canada Council there's no stopping us.  The website is being revamped so it will be easier to see the other things 2wp does besides running its performance season.  There'll be much more info about our workshops and coaching from now on.  We're having to make an adjustment to our performance schedule because our financial good fortune did not spread over into success with the Ontario Arts Council.  Still, dates are just about booked and promotional materials are in preparation. 

Here's a sneak peak at line-up.  For openers, in November, Kim Kilpatrick will be featured in her first one-woman show.  It takes her, from being a child who didn't actually realize her blindness made her different from everyone else, through all the obstructions and obstacles put in her way by sundry doubters to standing firm as the person she always knew she could be.  February brings the illustrious Dale Jarvis from Newfoundland in a program celebrating the 200th anniversary of the first publication of their fairy tales by the Brothers Grimm.  Dale will be working with multi-instrumentalist Delf Maria Hohman.  April we're into the wonders of Norse myth, weaving together the tales that would later inspire both Wagner and Tolkien.  Ottawa teller, Katherine Grier, will be joining both Jennifer and me for that.  Oh, those images: the gathering of the gold from the dwarf's lair; the man made dragon by his obsession with the treasure; the maiden held in the castle by the ring of fire.

So....back to promotion because that's the biggest issue (after ensuring performances of compelling artistry, of course).  It's a matter that's much on my mind lately because, of course, I also have my own projects to feed into the mix.  I should be getting more news of my books into the world, especially my latest When Apples Grew Noses and White Horses Flew.  Tales of Ti-Jean  I'm also beavering away at Jan's Storytelling Club.  Partly, of course, all this is personal but truly I do have an enormous concern with making sure children continue to have access to the strength of the old tales.  When it comes to the Club, I know it's not the same as having a storyteller present but I do want kids to hear those old tales told.  I want young people to be able to listen over and over if they fancy it, doing what story-hearers do always -- conjure the images, breath in the characters, go on those journeys of magic and mystery. 

A bit of a whine?  Maybe.  But as storytellers we do have to be human.  We have to experience life's frustrations so we can make those frustrations real in tales we tell.  What else is that sorting of the seeds which comes up so often but one more of those monumental tasks that seem impossible but can usually be managed if we just keep on plugging away?  OK, so the stories often give the task-facers helpers but we're not actually lacking in those.  It's just that they probably come in the form of the friend who gives us something to laugh about at just the right moment; the song we find ourselves singing; the cup of tea that gets us through.

Speaking of laughing, the two women fell into watching old British comedy clips on YouTube over the weekend.  I'll pass this one on in case you're needing it.  Dudley Moore in a brilliant spoof on Schubert.  How he does it baffles me.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idBZPteNJxs&NR=1

 

Thursday
Sep012011

The Two Women Speak

Thought I'd pass along this interview as one more means of letting the world know who we are and what we're all about.  The interviewing was done by the illustrious Dean Verger (http://www.rasputins.ca/dean.htm) to whom we owe undying gratitude because for thirteen years he hosted our epic series Stories from the Ages every Sunday evening January through March -- this despite the fact that Sunday was supposedly his night off.

As you'll see, the interview comes in four parts.  I'd meant to label each one and give you an idea of content but truth to tell this is a conversation.  It's all a bit of a ramble, with topics weaving back and forth, starting with how we earn a living, how we support other artists and moving on from there -- through the whole business of coaching and excellence and building infrastructure and all that 2wp tries to do (including directing The Odyssey next summer). 

We were in Dean's kitchen so you will hear a garbage truck going by but other than that the quality is great.  Big thing is  we sound as if we're enjoying ourselves -- which indeed we were.  This might have been because we were about to go on holiday but I don't think that's the only reason.  We love this stuff so talking about it fills us with delight.

Here we go then.  The clips don't quite run from one to another but I don't believe there's anything serious that landed up on the metaphorical editing room floor.  Parts of this will be in the Ottawa Storytellers on-line newsletter, which Dean edits and which does indeed have audio (next edition Sept. 1 http://www.rasputins.ca/Newsletter

Can't imagine why everything has suddenly gone into italics but so it goes!

 

http://www.rasputins.ca/sounds/jan_and_jennifer_intro.mp3

http://www.rasputins.ca/sounds/jan_and_jennifer_theatre_versus_storytelling.mp3

http://www.rasputins.ca/sounds/jan_and_jennifer_2wp.mp3

http://www.rasputins.ca/sounds/jan_and_jennifer_odyssey_and_improving_end.mp3

 

Thursday
Aug252011

When the Trickster Comes to Call

Tricksters come in many shapes and sizes.  One definitely caught up with me at the SC-CC Conference in Yellowknife this May.  Talk about turmoil.  Suddenly I seemed challenged in every fibre of my being, forced to assess everything I'd ever known and been.

Over the summer, I've been weaving this experience into a new one hour piece (perhaps to be extended into a full evening, perhaps not).  When the Trickster Comes to Call is the current working title.  That's another point of not-certainty.  Is it the title I'll keep or not?

Uncertainty is, in fact, the name of the game here.  Uncertainty as to who I am and what I might have been if times had been different for lesbians and gays and others of the GLBT community all those years ago when I was growing up.  I don't even have a "neat and tidy" ending.  I came up with a very nice literary-conclusion but I couldn't speak it because -- literary or not -- it doesn't really express my truth.  All I can say is that the trickster came calling and I am still doing my best to see what all that means.

I gave the piece its initial outing on Sunday in a small venue which is what I wanted for this first run.  Again, I'm turning to a short story by Sara Maitland to give the work its form.  This one is called Seal Self.   It grows out of a custom, apparently once prevalent in the north of England -- a custom that decreed that for a man to undertake his first seal hunt he must do so in women's dress.  As with all the Maitland material, construction is exquisite and mystery held strongly at the core.  There is great heart and risk here and so the telling comes to me. 

All in all I think this is by far the scariest thing that I have ever done but I want so much to go on doing it.  It isn't actually a 2wp production yet but, since I'm one of the two women, it seems OK to write of it here.

Surprising to be re-assessing my life at pushing seventy but so it goes.  Truth to tell, in the end, I don't think I'm going to be making any monumental changes but rather small ones that, I hope, will count.

I guess the question is why bother?  Why bother to make this into a story, with all the trial and tribulation that's been involved.   Doing so seems unavoidable, however -- being as how finding ways to speak for ourselves and others about what matters deeply to us is our job.  Even on Sunday -- when I was horribly nervous and knew very clearly I was on some sort of knife edge; even then there was a member of the audience who was caused to report to a friend that my work had helped her in regard to speaking the complexities of her own voice.

We all of us have a particular place in the world.  Part of mine is to be an older lesbian woman: a woman who grew up in a time when lesbians were hidden and gay men went to jail.  There are a lot of others out there who would like to have this time reflected because it is also theirs; there are those who came along later who are still touched by the walking of this path; there are those who do not belong to the GLBT world (at least half the audience on Sunday) but who see their own lives conjured in the universality of emotions that are there for us all.

So and indeed, the work goes on.  The two women went to holiday in PEI, ate lobsters, walked on rainy beaches and swam in the cold sea.  They are now back in harness -- Jennifer in her upstairs office, me in my ground floor haven of cluttered desk and computer that is in desperate need of a file-organizing I never seem to get round to but manage fine just the same.

To our great delight, the garden is an outburst of glory, with phlox and colour in abundance.  The wild rice on the lake is being harvested by some small ducks we haven't yet identified.  Don't think we've seen them before but we are always happy to welcome new visitors.

Thursday
Jul282011

Dragons Morphed

Traditionally summer is the slow time and that is certainly reflected in my sporadic attempts to keep up this blog.  But it is summer -- summer with a vengeance.  We have had temperatures in the 30s when even the mere act of typing has threatened us with heat prostration.  We have also been busy in the garden.  Hence the picture of a thrasher's nest, nestlings flown – a nest plucked up by us with delight when we were in the process of demolishing a grape vine that was demonstrating all too much enthusiasm for taking over the world.  The nest is exquisite -- the big twigs on the outside ensuring it might rest steady on what was almost a platform, the small woven stems of what I think is balsam forming a place of safety and comfort within.

The garden calls but so does 2wp’s 2011/12 performance season.  Lately I have been working with one of our upcoming tellers -- Kim Kilpatrick by name.  Kim is blind and her show is about living with that blindness, relishing it as essential to her being, finding her way in the world when so many of those who are sighted are more than keen to deny her ability and need for independence.

We're now in that fascinating stage when the story is finding itself.  Great leaps are being taken.  The initial title was Hatching the Dragon from a story Kim tells about how, at the age of four, she realized for the first time she was different and decided she needed a dragon to conquer the demon-neighbour who was trying to make her feel pathetic and helpless. 

Dragons became a theme throughout the first draft.  They were a nice literary device, appropriate in lots of ways: the fiery dragon of anger; the hissing scaly dragon of undermining and self-defeat.  Dragons were tempting but as the first draft progressed they began to feel less and less as if they were driving the piece towards its resolution and more and more like convenient afterthoughts stuck on with scotch tape.

We were all a tad stuck.  We kept being stuck till Kim found her real ending which involves dragon-soaring triumph in a manner I am certainly not going to reveal and spoil the show!  There it was, the one line that holds the entire piece within it.  Now Kim also offered some ideas about staging – ideas only she could have come up with.  A shift in thinking began for all of us.  Soon, we were off and running, new images were moving into dominance; a brand new title was appearing -- a title that is full of strength and action of a different kind.  Flying in the Dark is where we’ve come to.  That too may change but, right now, flying, darkness, light combine as guiding force.  (At which point I should mention that, understandably, the whole fact of darkness has completely different connotations for the sighted and the blind.  Visit Kim’s blog -- which she posts daily -- to find out more.  http://kimgia3.blogspot.com  What Is Dark?

We all know where we want to be going as the emails wing back and forth, as Kim writes and I (assisted by Jennifer in discussions over our kitchen table) try to find the right questions to be asking, the right suggestions to make to open further doors.   WE ALL KNOW.  We want to be going to that place where listeners are not simply being given “words of a blind woman” – albeit well-chosen ones; that place where audiences are carried into some whole other space. 

One thing is clear -- as ever.  There are no short cuts.  To make a work of art, you have to find means to start off, you have to get it wrong a bunch of times to discover the path to getting it right.  Whether you are the originator or the artistic advisor you have to listen to the things you didn’t expect, the things that call out to you: "I'm here!  I'm here!  Forget about what you thought you were up to.  Follow me, follow me, follow me!"

Doing that means risk.  I’m often aware in the coaching process of how the advice I offer – frequently with my own trepidation -- is received with the words, "Actually, that's what I was kind of feeling.  It’s what I sort of knew." 

We are going on holidays, but when we get back Kim will come to stay and we will work on moving the script from page to performance.  In the meanwhile, you can catch her at a Story Slam on YouTube.  There, you’ll get a taste of the optimism and humour that pervades whatever she does.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiO83bQog1U

Pics of the garden to go out on.  Just can’t resist! 

 

 

Monday
Jul042011

Homer, Homer, Homer

 

A couple of weeks back I posted the news that 2wp will be collaborating with Ottawa StoryTellers in a full day production of The Odyssey at the Fourth Stage of Ottawa's National Arts Centre, Saturday June 16, 2012 -- the close out to OST's 2012 season.  It's immensely exciting.  2wp will be responsible for Artistic Direction, OST will handle logistics, publicity and I'm sure much else.  We will start at 10 a.m. and finish at 10.30 p.m.  With the requisite breaks for meals and general necessary limb-stretching, that makes for eight and a half hours of telling, with seventeen Ottawa tellers each taking a half hour piece.

The idea for this, of course, came out of the epic tellings Jennifer and I have had at our home here over the course of many years.  Recently I wrote about this for an upcoming edition of the Storytelling Magazine of the National Storytelling Network in an article being put together by fellow epic afficionado, Kira Van Deusen.  There I said: 

  • It is having the sweep of it all that matters, along with having that sweep in communion with others who are on the journey every step of the way.  Only then can we know fully how events are fashioned into a tide to carry us.  Only then can we experience the intensity of the characters’ trials; the complexity of response.  Always and always, tellers reach new heights.  Always and always, for everyone there is discovery of new realms within the self.

I believe that although a full rendition would take fourteen hours, the sweep is still what we will be able to achieve.  I've been studying the text in my old E.V. Rieu Penguin translation (retained from university and now kept in a ziplock bag so the pages don't fly off into the ether).  I am, of course, longing to keep every word but I can see how we will be able successfully to manage the necessary compressions that will make it possible for us to start where Homer starts -- not with Odysseus, but with the gods and then with Odysseus's son, Telemachus, and his journey to visit Nestor and Menelaus, his father's old friends.  I think this is important because it  allows us fully to know both of the enormous difficulties Odysseus will be returning to and of his stature as one of the heroes of the battle for Troy.  For sure, too, we will get Odysseus home.

What a great character he is.  Wily, pugnacious, determined and so human.  Homer makes sure we are touched by the latter at once for when we first meet the hero he sits weeping, having lost all including not just men and ships but hope.  And still he must lose more.  He must be rendered naked before the turning point can come. 

The weeks ahead as we work all this out and get ready for the rehearsals that will be essential stretch forth as filled with opportunities for abounding enthusiasm. 

Here we go!  Here's the invocation as I will render it when the day comes:

  • The hero of that tale I pray the goddess help me tell is that resourceful man who roamed the wide world after he had sacked the holy citadel of Troy.  He visited the lands of many peoples and he learned their ways.  He suffered many hardships on the high seas in his efforts to bring himself and his comrades home safe.  It was their own sin that brought about their doom for in their folly they had eaten the oxen of Hyperion the sun god and the god himself saw to it that they should never return.  This is the tale I pray the Muses to unfold to us.  Begin it goddess at whatever point you will. 
Page 1 ... 4 5 6 7 8 ... 14 Next 5 Entries »