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Thursday, 11 June 2009
Broadcasting and Podcasting

My second ever episode of Literary Landscape is broadcasting tonight at 6:30 on CKCU (93.1 fm) - as long as I can manage to press the right buttons. . .

I'm also listening again to the Masterclass Series from the Writers Festival last fall, and working on posting them to the discussion board. Today, I've been listening to the class on emotion and form in poetry with Sonnet L'Abbe and Steven Heighton: interesting that both poets talk about using form to keep a rein on emotion, to keep it from getting trite or maudlin (Heighton says he can't write a good poem about his daughter without using some kind of formal constraint, and L'Abbe says the same thing about love poems in general... that they're the hardest kind of poem to write, and that they need to have some kind of form imposed on the feelings to keep them from getting, well, lame.)

I suggested the topic for this Masterclass, actually, because I'm interested in the way in which poetry (when it's good) can really get into the complexity of emotion, and the way in which so much bad, lazy, or sloppy poetry latches on to the simplest and most accessible emotions (love, anger, longing.)

With luck I'll have that up soon, and I can follow it with the rest of the Masterclass Series. I know this one is sixth out of eight Masterclasses from last fall, but I'm going to post the poetry one first because - ha! - I can. 


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Wednesday, 10 June 2009
Busy busy...

... I'm doing a five-class session on graphic design with a couple of grade 6 classes at Vincent Massey this week and next (using Photoshop to make ad posters: it's part of the media literacy curriculum.) I must say that Vincent Massey, to follow up on my previous post about visiting schools with children's authors, is on the 'good list.' This is a school that, as far as I can tell, innovates, encourages, and integrates - and that has had a number of artists visit as part of the Learning Through The Arts program, which is how I wound up there. I'm always happy to bring authors to Vincent Massey, and now to work there. Partly, their commitment to accessibility impresses me. Each time I bring an author there, they have sign language interpreters ready to translate the reading and the question period, for the handful of hearing impaired students in the room. 

Also... my second ever installment of "Literary Landscapes" will broadcast tomorrow at 6:30 PM on CKCU 93.1fm. I'll be talking to Mark Frutkin and Michael Blouin about their upcoming appearances at Westfest. 

Speaking of which, are you going? The literary reading will be at 1:00-2:30, featuring Mark Frutkin, Michael Blouin, Priscilla Uppal, Saleema Nawaz and Nichole McGill. There's also a spoken word showcase from 2:30-3:30, featuring Luna Allison, Marcus Jameel, Shannon Beahen and Matt Peake. Love Westfest. Love the celebration of the local. Love that someone's got a festival all about how cool Ottawa is as a city, not just as a national capital.

If you're NOT going to Westfestlit, then maybe you want to go to the Library and Archives Canada to join the Canadian Book Binders and Book Artists Guild for their Book Arts Show and Sale.  It starts at 10:30 AM and goes till 4:00, and features talks and presentations on things like bookbinding, paper making, calligraphy, gold leaf, wood engraving,  book history and book collecting. Bookbinding is an awesome ancient art. There's just something... monkish about it. I'm a fan.

Or maybe you're still tied up with the world class theatre going on at Magnetic North, lots of which I'm missing because I'm manning the book table for Playwrights Press. Ah, the hectic life of the jack-of-all-trades.


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Friday, 5 June 2009
Aaaaugh!
Paul Dutton, founding member of the Four Horsemen and legendary sound poet, is reading for the AB Series this Saturday and Sunday and I won't be able to make it because of a craptastic lineup of other things I absolutely have to do... so if you can make it in my place, you totally should.

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Good Silly Fun

I've been meaning to write about my weekend ever since, well, since the weekend, and the fact that it pretty much IS the weekend again should be an indicator of just how busy I've been, and how little time I've had to sit down and write about how entertaining it can be to eat jambalaya and watch someone die.

I got invited to the Eddie May Murder Mysteries 25th Anniversary party last Friday. Did you know there was an ongoing murder mystery dinner theatre in Ottawa, much less that it had been running for 25 years? I had been aware of the former... but not the latter. I guess I'd assumed that Eddie May had started up fairly recently, along with a lot of the other fun performances that you can find around town. 

But here it is and here it's been, and I'm really glad that I've finally had a chance to go and see it. I brought a mystery-loving friend along to see if she could figure it out, since my mystery experience is limited to The Murders in the Rue Morgue and a few "How to Host a Murder" games when I was a teenager. (Our table were dead wrong about the murderer, incidentally, but not so wrong that we gained any public ridicule for it.)

It's dinner theatre. No, you're not looking for nuanced acting, this is broad caricature. The actors are working throughout a room, to an audience full of people who are busy eating and drinking and not thinking about this as theatre. Their job is to get the audience to have fun - and that means bringing them into the action, to a greater or lesser degree depending on how comfortable they are with it. Giving them the licence to interact with the room (because to figure it out you do need to go talk to the characters, and pick up the evidence and poke at it - and you need to feel like that's okay.)

It's also really hard to resist mobsters in brightly coloured suits, musical numbers, and the opportunity to match your heckling wits with the cast ... with the number of theatre people that were in the audience the night I was there, the banter was particularly good. By the time we got to the 'unveiling the evidence' scene at the end, a lot of the audience were more than willing to call out their guesses and theories, and spar with "Seamus." (Does it help that dinner comes with wine? Indubitably.)

Yeah, it's good silly fun. People get shot, and then they serve you your dinner, and then the suspects make the rounds and talk to your table and joke about the fact that you're munching away when someone just got shot. There's a hilariously protracted death scene complete with a lot of spouting blood (don't wear your favorite silk shirt if you're going to be sitting in the middle aisles.) There are musical interludes, and treachery enough to keep anyone gleeful. You get to speculate away, question the actors, and play along. You can poke over the physical evidence and try to grill the gangsters - in fact, it's best if you do. You'll miss out if you just go to eat dinner, sit back and watch... get in and play. There should be more opportunities like this for everyone to just play.


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Wednesday, 3 June 2009
Ottawa Inuit Photovoice Exhibition

This Monday at Umi Cafe, there will be a showcase for the Ottawa Inuit Photovoice Project. This is a project that I helped out with at the Ottawa Inuit Children's Centre this spring... and it was a lot of fun. Photovoice provides cameras and workshops in photojournalism to communities around the world, creating a massive database of the experiences of people from every walk of life.

This event will celebrate the photography and writing created as part of the Photovoice project by a group of Inuit families from Ottawa. Plus, there will be snacks, and drum song, poetry, and spoken word performances by local artists!


 

 


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Tuesday, 26 May 2009
One seriously cool kid...

I just found this question on Yahoo! Answers: a student at an apparently excessively strict Catholic school reacted to a list of banned books by bringing the books in question to her school and setting up a lending library out of her locker. It all started with Catcher in the Rye (what IS it about that book that gets it repeatedly tossed to the censorship wolves, anyway? I remember eagerly reading it when I was in high school hoping there would be something really exciting about it. Something ban-worthy. Got to say, my hopes of transgressive thrills were dashed.) Anyway, apparently a fellow student of hers asked to borrow her copy, because it was on the list.

You know where this goes: All the banned books suddenly became terribly interesting to a whole group of kids who might otherwise not have bothered to read anything at all. Suddenly they all wanted to get their hands on a copy of Paradise Lost, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Evolution of Man, His Dark Materials, Animal Farm, Bridge to Terabithia, and the Canterbury Tales.

So, this brave, smart kid took over the empty locker next to hers, and started a lending library.

And now there are dozens of kids busily reading classics, because they were told not to. I'm almost hoping the lunatic list (she posts some of the titles that are banned in her question, and it boggles my mind) was a ploy by the school, some kind of reverse psychology. I'm afraid, though, that it probably isn't.


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Monday, 25 May 2009
Ravenswing 2009

Maybe I'm biased, because I've been going to Ravenswing since it was a once-a-month craft & zine fair in a smallish room at the Jack Purcell Centre, but I still think Ravenswing is astonishing.

From virtually nothing, Sean and all the other people that have gravitated towards the Ravenswing collective have created something that grows visibly every year, that gets better and better, and that hasn't yet lost its totally refreshing anti-corporate, local, indie, DIY feel. Ravenswing is a carnival: diverse, colourful, celebratory, and playful.

The crowds at this year's fair were easily double that of last year. And people have begun to realize that you can come and just hang out in Minto Park that day, catch the bands, do some workshops, and stroll around talking to the artists and crafters. This year, too, the organizers scored a stage, which really enhanced the sense of 'occasion' and brought more people up to the stage to listen to the bands. As usual, the bands ran a little later than the printed schedule, so that the last band went on at 4:00, when the fair was officially supposed to be wrapping up... but everyone still had their stuff out and no one seemed eager to leave. It was just too nice to be in the park with all the cool people. 

Girls on roller skates handing out the program, too? NICE touch.

I was broke at this year's fair, so I only walked out with a couple of things. One gem was a stunning photograph by Ian McPhail of a statue in the Art Gallery (she's either Roman or a Baroque copy, I think) which also came with a great story about how he managed to get a camera into the gallery and get the shot in the first place. 

Another good one was Paula Belina's zine/comic about being in Oregon on Election Night 2008, with nifty complex art and a tone that totally captured the crazy swell that happened to a lot of people that night, from semi-cynicism to an outburst of collective, charged celebration that - in her story - had people dancing into the intersections on the "walk" cycles in Portland, for hours. (She threw in her one-pager mini-zine on how to cross the border, too.) She's looking for other people's election  night stories - send them to funisfreepress@gmail.com.

I also had very little to sell this year, so I was free to ditch my table and go off looking for workshops to get involved in. I sat in on the prayer flags workshop (a little explanation of what those colourful flags are that you see hanging around people's houses, the Buddhist temple on Heron, and Crystal Dawn, plus a lot of time to cut out and design your own, nontraditional prayer flags: mine involved a few Norse runes and some gorgeous copper-coloured fabric paint.) I also had been looking forward to the breaking/locking dance workshop for days, so I had to join that one: my legs still hurt from the crouch-squat pose... must dance more!)

I was happy to see more than just jewelry and clothes at the sale too - nothing against jewelry and clothes, that's what I brought, but having Rockalily Burlesque there with their pasties and hula hoops was a nice touch. The same with the Henna tent and the table selling all-natural makeup.

And if this year was this good... how awesome is next year's Ravenswing going to be?


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Monday, 18 May 2009
In a Thousand Years We'll All Be Brown


I didn't know this was even happening until a friend posted a link today to this article by Nalo Hopkinson on race and gender in SF, and I started following up. And then I found this community on LiveJournal. So yeah. May 18th, 2009. A day to sit back and ask, why is the future so full of white guys?

Look at the new Star Trek film, even. Sure, they didn't want to go switching up such well-loved characters (as the writers at Battlestar Galactica did when they made Starbuck a woman) so maybe they're bound by the old casting. But the fact remains that the bridge crew still only has one Asian, and one black, member. And Sulu's played by a Chinese guy, and Uhura's still the Intergalactic Receptionist (thanks to Nalo for that phrase.)

It's true, isn't it? The future's full of white people. Maybe not as much as it used to be, but still, you read science fiction and you'd be forgiven for assuming that at some point a global catastrophe struck 85% of the planet, wiping out all but Europe, because there are all those blond, blue-eyed spacefarers in their shiny ships. And not only that, but they all interact with the world through a pretty white, Western, Judeo-Christian lens, don't they?

There are exceptions. William Gibson's Rastafarian orbital colony in Neuromancer was a nice touch, gave a minority group a place offworld. I like that everyone swears in Chinese on Firefly, and that when I was but a wee RPG player, the games Cyberpunk: 2020 and Shadowrun both incorporated a street argot cobbled together out of Japanese, Spanish, Russian and Swahili. (Yeah, at the time, we all thought we'd all need to speak Japanese in twenty years...) If you want to include fantasy in this discussion (and I do) then there's an interesting case in Neil Gaiman's book Anansi Boys, one of the first I've ever read in which the only time a person's skin colour was mentioned was when they were white... because otherwise all the characters were black. And British.

SF, for me, is not about the future, but it's so often set in the future that it's hard not to think in those terms. Even if it's not, if, as in so many of Ursula Le Guin's books, the story happens somewhere among people who are furry, or hermaphroditic, or otherwise not bound by human biology and ideas about human biology - even then, we tend to think about it as happening in a time with roots in our own. 

I wrote science fiction as a kid, and having read so damn much Le Guin, I found I kept reminding myself about this sort of thing as I wrote. All people are not blond like me, English-speaking like me, all people don't have my experience or background. It's the same for all fiction, but in SF, because it is thought to predict the future, it matters more.

Sure, my main character in these stories could be blond and blue-eyed, could be a girl just like me from the eastern side of Canada if I really wanted (and probably should be - I don't feel qualified to adopt the voice of, say, someone from Uzbekistan), but I kept remembering, each time I came up with a new character and described her, that, for one thing, by the time we humans actually make our way out into the universe and start colonizing other planets (if we ever do), we will not be blond. The vast majority of people on this planet are not. By the time we go out there, I hope, we'll all be kinda brown. With epicanthic eyes, and probably spirally-curly black or brown hair. Genetics says, brown eyes trump blue, dark skin trumps pale. Usually. Maybe there will be the occasional throwback, who'll look like me, and be really weird.

I also had to remember that it's far too easy - too knee-jerk - to associate physical traits with character traits. Isn't the evil emperor usually black-haired, bearded, saturnine? Isn't the big guy usually stupid, for that matter, and the small guy brainy but weak? Orcs have black skin, elves are fair. (Even the more heroic and handsome hobbits are lighter-skinned, and taller, than the rest.) What do Flash Gordon, Buck Rogers, Starbuck (the original), Captain Kirk, and Luke Skywalker all have in common? Look at Klingons. Even the original ones that didn't have all the bony forehead stuff going on. They were a pretty swarthy bunch, weren't they?

So I'd stop, and catch myself decribing something with that received-knowledge viewpoint - that I had to describe those characters that don't look like me, but not the ones that do. And that certain descriptions can be taken as shorthand for personality traits.

I still do stop and rethink: I recently revived one of those high-school SF plotlines to go back and visit, and play. And I discovered that the universe I was creating is still a pretty diverse place, and the humans are still mostly brown, and they're are still about 50% female, like always, and the tough girls still like to cuddle sometimes, and the big guys don't have to be dumb, and if there's an enemy, it's not because they're 'just evil', and planets don't have only one culture/language/climate, and there is still stupidity and prejudice and selfishness (because if there wasn't, what kind of story would there be?) and in a thousand years, or a few hundred, no one will be speaking English in any form we'd recognize (so don't get comfortable, fellow English-speakers), and out among the stars we'll have to count time in something other than years .... and it's a whole lot of work to stop and remember all that, while I'm really just trying to have fun playing around with my SF space-opera.

But Le Guin and my parents told me: SF is the absolute last place you should fall back on those insidious assumptions that have become part of the genre by accident or through laziness and old habit... Because what SF is talking about is what it's like to be human, and being human is a whole hell of a lot broader than being young, thin, fit, straight, male, Christian and white.


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Thursday, 7 May 2009
Henry V at GCTC

I just got back from seeing the preview show of Third Wall Theatre's production of Henry V at the GCTC main stage (directed by Charles McFarland, playing till the 16th.)

It's not often that I can come away from a play with such a mixed review. There are some serious strengths in this production, and in Third Wall's newly formed Shakespeare ensemble - and there are some serious flaws. It all leads to me walking away having enjoyed the play thoroughly, even though there was a lot that bothered me about it. I'll try to explain. 

Some things have been done with this show that just seem intrusively stagey. It's Henry V, after all - the temptation has got to be wellnigh unbearable to take one of the most affecting studies of leadership and war in the English language and push it into one modern or historical context or another. As a result, the Henry plays have been set in every imaginable wartime. But ... Afghanistan? Really? 

Shakespeare has a wonderful conceit in the Chorus, that returns throughout the play: he tells the audience that of course you can't fit the story of a war onto a stage and into a few hours, and that it's the audience's job to fill in the "unworthy scaffold" with their imaginations. So, the set here is stripped down to where you can see the wings and the props pushed up against them, and in the middle is a large industrial scaffold (which can be wheeled around, separated into two pieces, and generally manipulated. So far so good, if not the most original staging ever. I'm willing to work with that, even if the scaffold was creaky and wobbly enough that it made the set changes really intrusive. Hey, the Chorus has already told us - this is the audience doing the work. That's cool. 

But, then there's the inconsistencies. Along with more than a few grating accents (the French characters, as a whole, reminded me too often of the mocking Frenchman from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and David Holton, as Flewellen, manages to turn a Welsh accent into a vaguely North British or maybe Scottish, more than vaguely Pythonesque parody) there's the weirdness of them - if this is supposed to be Iraq or Afghanistan, as suggested by the modern desert-camo uniforms and guns, then why are the opposing armies speaking with French and English accents, and why, for that matter, are there opposing armies? 

My companion speculated that setting it in Iraq was really just about questioning anyone's reasons for going to war - what are soldiers dying in Iraq for, and what were the English dying at Agincourt for - but if so it's an uneven comparison on all counts. We like Harry. Harry's clearly meant to be extremely cool. So, no comparison between leaders being made. There's no opposing nation in Afghanistan or Iraq. There were no insurgents or guerillas in France. And now I'm stuck trying to figure out what the comparisons and contrasts are supposed to be, and I'm missing the play, because I'm trying to figure out what's with the sudden interpolation of modern battlefield footage into Agincourt. Seems like you could talk about the human issues surrounding going to war without bringing in the images, context and political issues of a specific war that's far too close to us to be useful for metaphor. 

It's true. Clever staging for the sake of being clever just winds up being confusing. 

The staging could also have been far smoother - the sound in particular. The incidental music that came up between scenes was anything from rock to choral to instrumental, none of which seemed to tie in with the whole Iraq/Afghanistan thing, and in the battle scenes there were plenty of explosions, which would then cut off instantly so that the actors could yell their lines as though they were still yelling over the gunfire.

But, I have to say this for the new Shakespeare ensemble - they've got some very strong actors. As long as we were just watching the actors, and listening to Shakespeare's great writing, all those other issues became much less important. This cast has really worked on the language. They don't much rely on showy physicality on stage; there's much less dashing about the set than some productions would have. Bravely, they let the words do the work for the most part, and it works; you really start to hear how damn good Shakespeare was.

Some of them, to be sure, shout all their lines, switch poses between chunks of monologue, and insist on speaking all that rhetoric of Shakespeare's as though the character was searching for the metaphor and then coming up with it all of a sudden (you know what I mean, you've heard it... "So the Prince obscured his contemplation under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, grew .... like [like, like what? Ah! I've got it!].... the summer grass, fastest by night, unseen....") And I'm not sure what was up with Steve Gilles Arnold as the Dauphin. I'm sure he was going for impulsive and hotheaded. But it looked to me like he was going for Jim Carey as The Mask; cartoonish and weird.

But some of them are really quite good. James Bradford, although he stumbled over his lines a lot, was surprisingly funny as the Archbishop. His long rambling geneaological proof of Henry's claim to France was well timed and well said, and he transformed almost completely to become the much older, wheelchair-bound King of France, and radiated defeat in the final meeting with Henry. Scott Wilson was solid as the Duke of Exeter as well - his one moment to really shine was an emotional report from the battle that was quite riveting. 

The star, though, was Michael Mancini as Henry. I'd go see him in pretty much any Shakespeare production. Whatever the failings of the show, Mancini was totally watchable and compelling. I knew I was going to have fun watching him when he jumped down off the scaffold to answer the Dauphin's insulting tennis balls, with a low, controlled, quiet anger. "We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us. His present, and your pains, we thank you for..." he says, softly, pleasantly, and it's scary. And then his threat gets more and more expansive, until eventually he's literally got the emissary by the balls, and you believe that he would burn a country down over the insult.

Henry gets some barn-burner speeches, and Mancini's control of the emotional swells and ebbs was impressive. He also inhabited the part enough that you forgot he was acting. My favorite subtle moment was in the last negotiating scene, when France agrees to all the terms, and he turns around, being all kingly, and I saw a tiny look exchanged between him and Sarah Conn, playing the Duke of Clarence. A little, conspiratorial, 'we-got-em' look. 

There were other moments as well - although the lighting was pretty straightforward through the play (strong spotlights featured heavily, as did a smoke machine that pumped the theatre full of inexplicable haze) there was a moment at the end of the battle of Agincourt when the soldiers carried a coffin off the set. The lights died until the only one was a bright light pointed out at the audience from the back of the set, which the soldiers walked toward, so that eventually everything was obscured but the flag on the surface of the coffin. A really nice piece of lighting.

Not sure about the choice to have CBC radio personalities as the chorus (tonight it was Rita Celli from Ontario Noon, and apparently they've also got Adrian Harewood from All In A Day to share the part with her) except that I guess they're supposed to look like newscasters, helped by the fact that they're well-known CBC people. But - lose the clipboard with the script on it, Rita. Memorize the lines. And if you must be miked, carry the mike and look like a newscaster. 

So, that's it, a review as uneven, probably, as the play. There were some wonderful performances, and I'm eager to see what else this ensemble will come up with, because they've clearly been working hard on performing Shakespeare. The stage direction was wonky and clunky, but the language won through for me. I want to see what else they can do. As You Like It is coming up next season.

And I still think I'd probably go charging into battle behind Harry, given the chance.

He's just that kind of a king.


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Books by their Covers

I heard a great interview on Q the other day with Chip Kidd about book cover designs, and I had to cheer when he said he didn't really think Kindle and its ilk had caught up with the traditional oldfashioned book because "it only comes in one typeface, I mean, come on." Hooray! I hadn't thought of it like that, but go Chip. It's true, I'm among the ranks of those for whom the design of a book really matters. No, I don't think that's shallow or disregarding of the content of the book... I just think that the content can be visually, um, assisted.

Anyway, I also just came across this article from examiner.com on typeface - talking to a few leading designers about fonts and what they mean. How you learn their nuances and how they can be used and misused. Fascinating. 

I know there are those of you out there that change the default font on your computer because it works better for what you're doing. I know you're out there. I'm one of you. 


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