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  • Plautus: The Merchant, The Braggart Soldier, The Ghost, The Persian: 3 (Loeb Classical Library) by Plautus (2011-11-04)

    Plautus: The Merchant, The Braggart Soldier, The Ghost, The Persian: 3 (Loeb Classical Library) by Plautus (2011-11-04)

  • Hardwick, Elizabeth: Sleepless Nights (New York Review Books Classics)

    Hardwick, Elizabeth: Sleepless Nights (New York Review Books Classics)

  • Ezra Pound: Ezra Pound: Poems & Translations (LOA #144) (Library of America)

    Ezra Pound: Ezra Pound: Poems & Translations (LOA #144) (Library of America)

  • Keats, John: Complete Poems (Alma Classics)

    Keats, John: Complete Poems (Alma Classics)

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September: Oedipus at the Getty Villa

 



The most audacious production of a tragedy the Getty has hosted. The comedies have been pretty free and far-out, but for a drama this was something else.

 

It was an explicitly political drama, with Oedipus’s accusations of treachery against Creon – and Jocasta’s attempts to mollify the conflict – being the main thing. Oedipus’s tragedy seemed the tragedy of a vain and hotheaded politician, rather than the fate of Everyman.

The mood was violently haunted rather than dispassionately relentless. The conclusion, after Jocasta’s exit, was a frenzied Expressionist free-for-all, rather than a orderly march into hell.

 

It was not a translation from Greek to English. The primary language of the production was American Sign Language. There were usually English-language voice-overs and supertitles, but not always. The choruses were a quintet signing in unison, without any interpretation. It underscored the event is an occasion of translation, interpretation.

Gestures were repeated so that even un-signed idiots like me began to note the repetitions. E.g. rubbing palms together, then extracting from a palm a stream and tossing something over a slightly bowed head.

But this was not decorative dancing. It was often beautiful but it was often brutal: abrupt, harsh, ugly. Indeed, the actors seemed to strive to make each speech end with a big, abrupt gesture. A gestural exclamation point. Is this Deaf West’s house style, or is it a feature of ASL? Either way, it was expressive of conflict and turmoil.

The signing was not silent. The performers thwacked their chests with resounding thumps, clapped, squeaked, slapped and – most disturbing of all – grunted, groaned and howled.

 

Russell Harvard delineated a clear trajectory from an everything-is-under-control CEO to paranoid inquisitor, to human wreck. He didn’t waste any energy in imitating a Greek statue: no nonsense about being stately and calm.

Ashlea Hayses was an appropriately strange Tiresias. She evolved from being too frightened to speak to the voice of doom.

Jon Wolfe Nelson played Creon as a martinet more concerned about his privileges than his country, or the truth.

Akia Takara’s writhing and shrieking and cowering made the Shepherd a bigger part than I remember.

Tany Orellana’s visuals had a tremendous moment when the frames between the Getty pillars became illuminated white rectangles.

Peter Bayne provided a nicely ominous electronic rumble.

 

A lot to think about.

 

A surprising choice. The Getty up to now has made a point of avoiding the most familiar items in the antique repertoire. Also, the program booklet, contrary to tradition, didn’t announce next year’s play. Could we hope for Deaf West doing “Oedipus at Colonis” next, then “Antigone”?

November 06, 2022 | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Numinous Has Many Shapes and Ways: On SITI and Aaron Poochigian’s "Bacchae"

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See my review of the Getty Villa's production of Bacchae, published today in the L.A. Review of Books.

January 06, 2019 | Permalink | Comments (0)

Bacchus Uncorked @ The Getty Villa

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May 10, 2017 | Permalink | Comments (0)

Trisha Brown Dance Company @ Hauser & Wirth

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It was a bright, clear Sunday afternoon. A teaser of a show—barely an hour long—but it was free, the atmosphere was festive, and the dancing exhilarating. Accumulation (1971) was like watching disco dancing in precisely synchronized slow motion.

 

Watermotor (1978) was engrossing, disturbing and funny all at once. It starts with a chorus line of women executing the same series of movements in synchronization. It goes on in perfect order until a guy grabs a woman and repositions her, as she continues with her routine. Then another guy repositions another woman. And so on. And the guys kept putting the women into positions that complicated their routines. They get knotted up, their legs and arms in each other’s way. It was satirical (this is real life) and exciting (where is he going to put her next?) and sweet (the dancers would crack up).

 

Dance as alertness, discipline and fun. I was still humming with the reverberations when, a week later, the news came that, Brown was gone.

April 01, 2017 | Permalink | Comments (0)

Shakespeare400: the history plays

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During the election I was tuning out the news and reading Shakespeare’s Histories. The Bastard’s comment (King John, 4.3) is a fair synopsis:

 

The life, the right, and truth of all this realm

Is fled to heaven, and England now is left

To tug and scramble, and to part by th’ teeth

The unowed interest of proud swelling state.

 

History as a succession of thefts, destructions and murders perpetrated by squabbles between aristocratic nincompoops, ham actors, lunatics, swindlers, …. The Tragedies present the dead-ends of the individual, the Histories present those of the community. Perhaps the solace—if any—is in the Comedies.

November 29, 2016 | Permalink | Comments (0)

Shakespeare400: Anthony + Cleopatra + Coriolanus

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I hope the scholars are right; I hope WS wrote Anthony & Cleopatra immediately after Macbeth, and then wrote Coriolanus after that. After two plays about the disaster of politicians with too little honor, a play about the disaster of politicians with too much. Good thoughts for election season.

 

Anthony and Cleopatra say “Screw it” to all their professional responsibilities. What’s wrong with that? At first their lovey-dovey behavior seems rather sweet. But that’s immediately followed by a scene with Cleopatra’s ladies and a Soothsayer, that makes explicit what kind of idiotic milieu they live in.

 

Not that the characters who take their responsibilities more seriously are in any way admirable. Caesar is solely interested in himself, criticizing Anthony’s behavior as an insult to his authority. Pompey, in contrast, goes on about A&C like a prig. Caesar’s great moment comes in Act 3, when his offer to make a private deal with Cleopatra achieves the precisely calibrated effect, and the loving couple turns on each other. Anthony whips Caesar’s ambassador, and then makes a completely incoherent, raving speech. It’s already over.

 

Coriolanus, in contrast, along with his mother Volumnia, represent monsters of duty. Too bad their context is post-Brexit remorse:

MENENIUS: Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,

Will you undo yourselves?

FIRST CITIZEN: We cannot, sir. We are undone already.

 

WS shows the start of reality TV, over-sharing, selfies, Anthony Weiner, and Donald Trump:

SECOND CITIZEN: He used us scornfully. He should have showed us

His marks of merit, wounds received for’s country.

SICINIUS: Why, so he did, I am sure.

ALL THE CITIZENS: No, no: no man saw ‘em.

THIRD CITIZEN: HE said he had wounds which he could show in private,…

September 26, 2016 | Permalink | Comments (0)

Shakespeare400 (Macbeth)

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Goethe said somewhere that this was Shakespeare’s best work for the stage. Not his most profound or poetic, but the cleverest, most exciting theatrical contrivance. It could be true.

 

Think of Macbeth and his wife after the murder. This scene could have played in Athens, before an audience accustomed to Euripides. He is already raving (“The multitudinous seas incarnadine”) while she preserves a placid front (“A little water clears us of this deed. / How easy is it then! …”)

 

Every exchange is contrast and paradox.

 

For once even the passages of silly banter (The Porter) revive the discourse of paradoxes in a minor, bawdy key.

 

And yet, for such an action-packed spectacle, the action is interrupted by an interlude with the Witches and Hecate. This is usually cut. It follows Macbeth’s ghastly banquet, and preceedes some political speech by Lennox. It is a masque, a pagent, rather than a hard-boiled account of political assasination, like Julius Caesar. “Show” the witches cry, like good stage directors.

September 13, 2016 | Permalink | Comments (0)

Shakespeare400 (Lear)

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After Timon, another story of a Great Man abandoning the world. But in Shakespeare renunciation comes with a cost. In the same way Cordelia’s silence is the opposite of meekness: she wills her estrangement. Her renunciation is striking for a Shakespearean heroine: refusing eloquence, refusing poetry.

 

In the first Act, Lear plays at being mad, before actually being so. He jokes about blindness, before experiencing it. And then he anticipates his eventual disassociation when he shouts at Goneril, “Doth any here know me? This is not Lear. / Doth Lear walk thus? Speak thus? Where are his eyes?”

 

Later it’s Gloucester who answers, after picking up the trick of oracular utterance from Lear and the Fool, “I see it feelingly.”

September 04, 2016 | Permalink | Comments (0)

Haunted House Party @ the Getty Villa

 

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A preview of Haunted House Party at the Getty Villa last night. Luckily, I’m going to see it again later this month. Today I just want to note how unfailingly resourceful the Troubies were at finding ways of making Plautus’s characters, situations and imagery laugh-out-loud funny.

 

For instance, Philolaches’s introductory monologue—where he compares himself to a well-built but delapidated house. It’s one of those moments where Plautus’s point is inscrutible: are we supposed to laugh at his audacious frankness? Is it supposed to be shocking? Touching? Or is it just backstory needed to propell the plot forward?

 

The Troubies read it as an idiotic adolescent whine, augmenting the absurdity by having Philolaches croon his story to the tune of Crosby Stills Nash & Young’s “Our House”. As one of our party commented, “I missed a lot of the lines because I was laughing so hard.”

 

September 04, 2016 | Permalink | Comments (0)