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Hitting the Small Time or Living The Dream

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My career trajectory looked good.  A BFA in theatre, three years at the National Theatre School, then the stint doing children’s theatre and then crazy, fantastic, alternative theatre in back alleys and bars.  I had just started to get more high profile jobs, a big musical at the downtown theatre, a show with a critically acclaimed collaborative ensemble.

Everything was pointing to a successful career as a theatre artist, an Actor with capitol A…so what was I doing this past Friday night, May 29, at the ripe age of 41?: Changing into my costume in the basement of an art gallery cum café in Invermere, a tiny town deep in the interior of BC, while a mere 15 patrons awaited the start of my show.  How did I get here?

Why This, Why Now?

The reason I willingly abandoned a successful acting career in 2006 and moved to Nelson, BC was for children. When my wife got pregnant, my vague plan to move to Vancouver to pursue theatre, TV and film work was kyboshed in favor of heading back to the homeland to start a family. I grew up in Nelson and knew that if I ever had children of my own I would want to raise them there. Fortunately, my wife also grew up there and we knew we had a support network for when the babies started arriving. Nelson is a rare small town in that it has the requisite natural splendor, but it also has a high level of cultural activity, plus an artistically savvy population that will attend and appreciate an absurdist, neo-Vaudeville act without question.

How To Achieve Success in Theatre Outside of the Bustle? or How I Hit the Small Time.

None of this could have been possible without the infinite patience and support of my wife. A performer in her own right, she accepted her fate being married to a theatre addict and has continued to amaze me with what she allows me to get away with. Years earlier, I had performed a couple of one man shows in Nelson (she came to see one, it’s how we met) and they had proved successful, so when we bought a house and a car and started to settle in, I thought that I would be able to make it work.

I did two major theatre gigs in Calgary and Victoria when Frances, our first daughter, was young, but spending two months away while she was busily turning into a person was too wrenching and I decided that I had to become a self-sufficient theatre entrepreneur so I could see my children grow up.  In retrospect, I feel like this should have been terrifying, but something about the implacable reality of having to support a family inspired me to just get on with it. I started a theatre company, Pilotcopilot Theatre, and produced my one-person shows in Nelson and the surrounding area. I wrote shows about my own experiences, HELLO BABY, and DECK, about home renovations that I was actually doing. I had had the good fortune to work with a fearless alternative theatre company in Victoria, TheatreSKAM, where I had learned that theatre can be done almost anywhere and under any conditions.

KHI_0095My first tour was of all of the tiny communities nearby. I followed the schedule that had proved successful in Nelson: Do a show to very small audiences the first time around, then return in six months to a bigger crowd, then return in another six months to full houses.  Granted full houses topped out at about 80 people in most venues, but with very little overhead, the money was enough to keep us afloat.

On those first tours, I quickly learned some important lessons.  Find a local theatre loving booster to help get the word out for your show, someone who will make sure you don’t book at the same time the mayor has a birthday or the local high school is doing their year end musical. Your poster can be brilliant and you can have the best press release in the universe but nothing beats good old-fashioned word of mouth.

I slowly expanded the tour until I reached the point where I was booking shows through the performers trade show in BC, Pacific Contact. I was negotiating my own contracts, figuring out what rates to charge –  with the help of many, many angels – and discovered the joys of the guaranteed flat rate with accommodation included. I could get away on weekends without throwing the household schedule into total chaos. Mixing these paid shows in with my own tours created a balance of guaranteed income while maintaining an audience base in the smaller communities.

One of the challenges in choosing to work outside of an urban centre was coming to terms with the concept of success.  It had been ingrained in me that an acting career happened in the city, it happened with theatre companies and film and TV, and if you weren’t doing that you were not successful.  During those first few years of living and working in Nelson, I would often have a crisis of faith, after hearing about this friend getting a gig on Afghanada, or that friend touring an amazing show across Canada to the big theatres, and I would really wonder: “Am I fulfilling my potential here?”

Three things helped dispel this sense of failure. 

1.  The People:  Doing a show for 45 locals in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere is awesome. I may sound like I am trying to justify my life choice in leaving the city but I’m not.  I actually feel like I am being self indulgent as a performer because it feels so good.  I know I won’t be written up in any newspaper, I won’t have artistic directors out to see me and consider me for their next season, and I won’t get accolades from peers, and these are things I want, if I’m honest with myself.  But it doesn’t matter because I am having a blast with a hugely appreciative crowd.

2. Master of My Own Domain:  As part of this life in Nelson, I am a stay at home dad to two young children.  This is a gift.  My wife is a full time teacher and since I am the only employee of Pilotcopilot Theatre, I set my own schedule and control how much work I take on.  This has been invaluable in maintaining the sanity of our family.

3. I Get to Make Theatre All The Time: This is the greatest benefit of this career move and the one I feel luckiest for. I get to consistently create my own work. If I was in the city, it would be easier and more profitable to be a gigging actor. In Nelson, creating my own work on my own schedule and then touring it is the best time to money equation possible.

I miss the community in Vancouver, which I get to visit on the odd trip to the city and which, thankfully, hasn’t totally forgotten me as I still get the odd job offer flung my way, which makes my heart sing. I miss doing runs as my touring schedule is usually erratic and consists of only one or two shows in any given theatre.

Back in the basement of the art gallery, I put on the acid washed shorts and sleeveless Canucks t-shirt of my redneck character Randy, a character that has been around since the very first one man show I wrote 15 years ago, with this latest lesson firmly learned that, yes, May is too late to be doing shows in these communities, where people go outside at the first glimpse of spring and don’t come indoors for three months.  I head upstairs to entertain those 15 people and feel comforted by the fact that I am, in fact, living the dream.

#CdnCult Times; Volume 3, Edition 4

Last week I attended Mammalian Diving Reflex’s Promises to a Divided City at The Theatre Centre and was blown away. Performed by teenagers who live on the periphery of Toronto, it theatricalized and and implicated audiences in what has become clear through several iterations of the Hulchanski report: That the cool, downtown part of the city, the ‘creative class’ part, is becoming a playground for the rich surrounded by an army of working poor as the middle class is hollowed out.

This edition seems appropriate in this context, as three artists discuss their decisions to leave urban centres while continuing their artistic practice. For each, the decision was rooted in the hope of maintaining a decent life for themselves AND creating theatre. Moving out of a big city became the obvious solution.

Michael Wheeler
Editor-in-Chief: #CdnCult Times

Parallel Lines

Play: Parallel lines || Playwright: Ann Lambert
Shoot: Café Bloom || Models: Jorge Briceno, Alice Bolan

LINDA: I mean, do you know how many people in this city …no … this planet make a living serving people? It’s scary … Notdoing anything, notproducing anything useful, not creating something … except enough money to claw their way to another day. Claw their way to another day … I like that! It’s not like those suits on Wall Street do anything either. They just chase bits of paper around, and make a fortune. Go figure. And … and … when they get nervous? When they panic, ’cause they’re like sheep, they all scare at the same time … the rest of the world has to pay for it. I know … my dad was in the business. Drank himself to the Big Stock Exchange In the Sky. Us … service people have got to organize. Everyone else is …organized. That bastard has fired an army since I worked there. No job security. No benefits. You break a leg and they may as well shoot you. It’s just such a piss-off. Listen to me. Do you even know what “piss off” means?

RAMON: Not the words exactly, but the feeling is clear.

Parallel lines was first produced by the University of Oklahoma.

Mike Daisey achieves some praxis

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Tommy Taylor in You Should Have Stayed Home (l) and Mike Daisey in The Agony and The Ecstacy of Steve Jobs (r)

Mike Daisey had a pretty significant impact on my theatre company for someone I had never met.

At Praxis Theatre, I first remember learning about him through an article published in Seattle that was circulating the internet called, The Empty Spaces Or, How Theater Failed AmericaIt’s about a lot of things, but integrally the death of the repertory theatre system. Daisey went on to turn this article into a successful show, which ironically ended up being a big hit in NYC. It struck a chord with me, as six years earlier when I completed my MFA at The American Repertory Theatre they went from a resident company of fourteen local actors, to five, with most individual roles cast out of New York.

We discovered Daisey in the early days of the The Praxis Blog, when it was on Blogspot and was called Theatre is Territory (2006-08). Daisey was also doing his thing on mikedaisey.com, so I got to know a lot more of his ideas about theatre as arts investment focused on institutions and not artists. In particular, how buildings, organizations and their administrative staff have done a lot better than theatre artists over the past two decades.

This was exactly the type of thing we liked to cover and expand upon on our site, so we would not only link to his articles, but even write some of our own that responded to him or co-opted his ideas. Of particular interest to me was his connection between American MFA programs and Ponzi Schemes, in terms of what they asked you to pay to join the system, and what sorts of wages you could make upon graduation. I even titled one of my many posts lamenting Luminato’s unwillingness to invest in local artists,How Luminato Failed Toronto”, which contained sentences like “Mike Daisey is right and it’s the same situation up here.”

The other way he impacted Praxis was through his work as a monologuist. I saw his The Agony and The Ecstacy of Steve Jobs at The Public Theatre in NYC during a miracle two weeks I spent mostly reading and writing in The Occupy Wall Street Library. I found it revelatory as an artist running a theatre company dedicated to praxis: Here was art about essential questions of labour and rights in a contemporary context and powerful theatrical form, in hopes of bringing about change. Praxis. It was my first standing ovation in years. When we began workshopping Tommy Taylor’s G20 Toronto play You Should Have Stayed Home, after some experiments and some frank notes we decided to scrap the plan of staging the narrative physically and allow it to come through storytelling. That Daisey could thrive so successfully with some notes, a desk and a water pitcher, gave us confidence we could do the same. So we did.

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Daisey tweeting answers to questions from theatroshpere at The Dark Horse.

Of course, the use of this aesthetic came back to bite us in the ass when the scandal broke that several of the events Daisey had framed as having seen in The Agony and the Ecstacy were actually events reported by other people. At the time, his interview with Ira Glass on the topic of the show’s accuracy was NPR’s most downloaded podcast. It remains one of the few ‘theatre controversies’ that I can recall breaching mainstream consciousness. This disappointed me big-time – not only because I had believed in the show so much, but also because I had used the same aesthetic for a show where many terrible things also happened, and Tommy Taylor really did see them all.

Eventually I got over it though.  Daisey put up a pretty good fight and probably the net-result of the controversy was increased awareness of Apple’s labour practices. So the show still achieved an impressive degree of praxis. No one ever argued that any of the things in the show didn’t happen. The distinction that Daisey didn’t see a few of them personally probably diminished the work, but makes no difference in terms of social justice.

The other thing that won me back was the openness with how he handled it – by making his script open-source and inviting anyone anywhere to edit and produce the show for free as they liked.  It took Mitchell Cushman, who invited Daisey with Crow’s Theatre to Toronto to put on a show about Rob Ford that opens tonight, about three seconds to mount his own version of The Agony starring David Ferry in the Passe Muraille backspace. Mitchell’s version even included excerpts from comments on his blog post on The Praxis Blog about the controversy, which was an interesting meta-surprise for an Artistic Director.

The comment that wasn’t included in the show was the one that really brought me back around to Daisey – the one Daisey left himself  – where he apologized and expressed genuine distress about the impact he may have had on documentary theatre. I think that’s really what was needed and after that I was ready to move on. Nobody’s perfect: not Ford, not Daisey; certainly not me.

Anyways after all this, Mike Daisey and I finally got to have a chat on Twitter, using #DaiseyTO. Below is what we and others talked about.


Could use some entertainment

I’m using this mix for writing these days – combining blog writing with outlines and the maps. The order of creation is the opposite of that. It’s sketch book > map > outline > text. CLICK TO ENLARGE

For a while now I’ve been thinking and working from a question of finding “A populism I can stand behind.” [1]

These are hard days for populism – it’s getting called out for a lot. Specifically, a combination of the Fords (who are totally populist), Andrea Horwath’s campaign for the NDP and in “what’s wrong with Canadian theatre” conversations.

In the last two, the distinction between populist and middle-of-the-road is missing but very important. They are different – not necessarily mutually exclusive, but different. The malaise in both Horwath and the theatre feel more about middle-of-road-ness that populist.

I’m in favour of populism – or at least want to complicate and include it in my work making theatre and stuff.

The outline

Populism

  • is a form
  • a set of patterns
  • and behaviours
  • has been used
    • by all political stripes
    • for good
    • for bad
    • I don’t want to surrender
    • strategies
    • tactics
    • to people I don’t want to win
      • cf. a desire for the religious left

Populism requires:

  • Supportive audience
    • different from large
  • from Ernesto Laclau :
    • Argentine political thinker. 1935–2014
  • Of it’s time and place.
    • Populism is specific in its broadness. “TV” is a place. There are many places on the internet. Neighbourhoods and groups of people-who-all-like-a-certain-thing are places. And timing is important.
  • Uses Rhetoric
    • Caring about language in how it persuades, seduces and changes opinions. Being ok with using “devices” and craft. Even if it doesn’t totally articulate your special flower-ness. Often this results in fairly simple language.
  • Aspirational
    • Going somewhere different and better. That can be change – “Stop the Gravy Train” is certainly an aspirational slogan. As is “Yes We Can!”
  • Vague
    • Vagueness is the big tent.
    • Solidarity, especially in the large social, requires generosity of vagueness
    • or we end in ego of small differences
    • Laclau says “politics is vagueness”
  • Repetition
    • Now say that thing a lot.
    • Every chance you get.
    • Stay on the specifically rhetorical aspirational message.

From British popular theatre movement:

  • “popular theatre performances were and are still:
    • publicly supported,
    • highly visual and physical,
    • portable,
    • orally transmitted
    • readily understood
    • not flattering to wealth or tyranny
    • and for these reasons, as well as
    • for low or no cost,
    • they have been widely appreciated”

There’s also been some “entertainment” bashing – which is related.

Entertainment

  • (mostly I’m bored in the theatre
  • so a little f*ing entertainment would be great.)
  • but seriously.
  • Interested in
  • The verb: to entertain
  • “Good night out”
  • Separate from the industry
  • Amusement Industrial Complex is real.
  • via
    • Globalization
    • convergence of mainstream media
    • income disparity
    • lobby-democracy
  • we’re moving towards specific goals[2]
  • something that should be dealt with more in our lives and on our stages.
  • doesn’t mean throwing out strategies.

A common response is that populism and entertainment = lowest common denominator.

Why not

  • Highest common denominator
    • Orders of mystery
    • John McGrath
    • A whole other map writing thing.
  • Layers of connection and meaning
  • That different people get different things

By working in Context

of the moment

  • populism
  • this year`
  • is different in 5 years
  • attending to the larger social time
  • politics
  • Politics
  • History
  • economics
  • culture
  • science and tech
  • etc…
  • not
  • only / always
  • imitating what’s “hot”
  • “ripped from the headlines”
  • chasing presenters needs
  • self-centred
    • or work about how you feel bad about how self centred you are
    • because that’s just more self centredness

Local:

  • neighbourhood
  • destination venues
    • ok too
    • not only thing
  • this isn’t only geography
  • interest
  • online
  • values
  • culture
  • other places
  • other people
  • need other things
    • what works in Halifax
    • may not
    • work in Calgary
    • perhaps
      • a theatre for every 10,000
      • like the greek cities of legend?

Offer alternatives

  • even at a small scales
    • the model of success
    • isn’t
      • SWS becomes Comcast
        • (obviously)
    • is:
      • Access,
      • Engaged, examined and entertaining life for as many people as possible (Sorry for the grandiose alliterations)

If populism is not an ideological position [3], then “I can stand behind” becomes the ideological content. [4]

“I can stand behind”

Again, my desire is to offer alternatives – I hope that in these offers I can find something more hopeful and possible in these dark times.


  1. I’ve crystallized been thinking about popular forms and my interest in them for many years. It was the Toronto Fringe Festival Research Chair opportunity that gave me  time for reading and thinking that crystallized some of this work. Thanks Gideon and Fringe. You can watch the talk here ↩
  2. Goals that include: buying things and control over change.  ↩
  3. Except in the way that it is, of course.  ↩
  4. And remember kids, “I’m not political.” = “In favour of the status quo.”  ↩
  5. Another position I want to wrap in subjectivity but also exists.  ↩
  6. This is a point I am aware of writing for (at least) two audiences in which this is a point of contention. Now isn’t the time.  ↩

Towards a Dramaturgy of Resistance

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“People who blindly subordinate themselves to collectives already turn themselves into something like material, annihilate themselves as self-determined beings. This meshes with the willingness to treat others like amorphous mass … A democracy that does not merely function, but holds itself to the standard of its actual definition, requires critical, reflective, self-determined people. One can only imagine actualized democracy as a society of self-determined people … The realization of self-determination lies therein that those few people, who are disposed to it, work with vehemence so that education is an education of opposition and resistance.” – Theodor W. Adorno

I was apprehensive about writing a follow-up article on “How Canadian Theatre is Killing Itself.” Any writing on “How Canadian Theatre Can Revive Itself” seems to be at risk of becoming dogmatic—of turning into a list of concrete, prescriptive solutions. But the solution to “reviving Canadian theatre” cannot and must not be to adopt the advice and aesthetics of a single person; rather, the solutions need to be defined by, and come from within, Canadian theatre artists themselves. For this search for solutions comprises an artistic act: if we believe that theatre is indeed a “rehearsal of the societal,” and artists are the “scientists of society” (Dirk Baecker*), then the creative struggle to define oneself (and one’s art form) as part of an environment, a system, a collective is a core artistic act of the theatre. And the core artistic act of the theatre is what we have to rediscover. As such, the point of this article is to problematize our current situation, and to ask questions that may provoke thought and inspiration in your own search for solutions.

I maintain throughout this post the central premise of “How Canadian Theatre is Killing Itself:” that the quintessential, defining characteristic of theatre—its identity as a live, collective experience, consisting of the mutual exchange and communion between artist and spectator—has been hollowed out by a) the capitalist structures at the core of our theatres and b) the simultaneous ascension of literal, movie-type storytelling, which makes theatre increasingly consumable, but prevents the participatory independence of the spectator. The loss of this live, collective experience also implies the forfeiture of theatre’s inherent radicalism: the quintessentially democratic process in which performers and spectators exist as intellectually, spiritually, and emotionally autonomous—“self-determined”—entities that commune in the collective act of constructing the story together.

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What is the point of theatre?

In order to begin thinking about how to “revive” Canadian theatre, we must ask why we do it. In a world where theatre exists in the same capitalistic marketplace, and is a similar type of business venture as toy stores or restaurants, what is the theatre’s purpose? What has the theatre become in a world where anybody can choose theatre as their career and selling product? Is theatre still art, if it can be packaged and sold like flowers or deli meats? What is the point of theatre today?

In March 1998, German actor Josef Bierbichler received one of Germany’s most prestigious prizes for acting, the Gertrud-Eysoldt-Ring. But instead of keeping it (and the 20,000 Deutschmark that came with it), he passed it on to Christoph Schlingensief, a film and theatre director, who, in Bierbichler’s estimation, “still has the strength to see … and reveals a scandalous societal consensus, carried and tolerated by democrats, for which he is in turn considered scandalous.”** Bierbichler further elaborates,

“The self-censorship of most theatre makers under the increasing pressure on theatrical budgets has apparently developed to such a high degree that their keen intellects, which would be necessary to penetrate the thickening panzer of society to produce an outcry, have begun to wither away. But without the ability to elicit cries of anger and pain from society time and time again … theatre can give up and shut down. Agonized paralysis can be found in all living rooms in front of the TV. If this type of half-dead dozing is also going to fill the theatre auditorium, we should bid our farewell. If indignation and anger only exist within the status quo, instead of breaking it, to serve as the basis of controversial arguments, then we know that even the last refuge for everyday public argument and for the conscious refusal of consensus has been sucked dry by the Konsumkrake (consumer-capitalist kraken). If we, too, begin to bend ourselves out of shape to be loved and tolerated … then democracy really has no function anymore.”

Bierbichler defines the theatre’s mandate not only as quintessentially democratic, but also as existing in opposition to mass media, implying that the theatre’s significance grows as the world becomes increasingly media-saturated and thus less democratic. This means that, in conditions such as ours today, theatre is more important than ever before. The crux is, however, that if the theatre fails to fulfill its mandate of counteracting the “half-dead dozing” of mass media, it does not just immediately lose its purpose, but is actually instantaneously at risk of becoming part and parcel ofthe deadening of democracy. Making theatre today is thus about solving a difficult, important paradox: how can we appropriate tropes of entertainment without failing to counteract the structures and dogmas of mass media? How can we fulfill our democratic mandate and thus remain theatre? What are ways of piercing the “societal panzer,” of producing movement instead of paralysis?

Moreover, Bierbichler suggests that financial pressure leads to a form of artistic blindness, a kind of colonization of artistic consciousness that prevents artists from seeing and problematizing societal phenomena. How can we reconcile our responsibility to tackle large, high-stakes systemic questions with the financial pressures weighing on us? How can we avoid blindness, keep seeing, and perpetuate “self-determination?How can we comprehend, manoeuver, and interrogate the system we are working within? Going even further, it seems that existential fears and our dependence on marketing have lead to a systemic obedience that is eradicating our ability for honest and rigorous criticism, including ruthless self-interrogation, which is crucial for the vivacity of any art form. This begs the following question:

Who are we accountable to?

As a quintessentially democratic medium, the theatre presupposes that we’re accountable to the groups we’re operating within and whose issues we’re addressing—our communities. Theatrical art is then a type of civic duty, a kind of democratic institution, where societal possibilities are explored and “rehearsed.” However, the commodification of theatre—its assimilation in the capitalist marketplace—has fractured and dispelled that accountability, because it necessarily implies a kind of “privatization.” Due to the theatre’s dependence on box office, private donations, and corporate sponsorship, it has grown apart from its community as a whole, having to foster instead special relationships with the upper classes. The theatre today requires, and is in fact at the mercy of, the money of those who benefit from, and thus likely support the status quo as mentioned above. This dependence complicates and pushes out our basic artsitic responsibility to problematize immediate systemic issues and societal realities, which in turn endangers the democratic essence of our art form, including our direct, honest relationship with our audiences. We need a new network of accountability and a revised artistic standard. How can we forge that? I believe that, at their core, artists want to be accountable to their community, to society; that is what they derive their purpose from. But how can that be married with the capitalist pressures weighing on them? How can we make this paradox work? How can our form respond to these circumstances?

“The heart of my artistry is bravery. I cultivate the revolutionary. Without bravery, art gets lost in convention, and the artist becomes trapped by society. The artist must also avoid property—all that makes her bourgeois. For art, she has to have passion, must be able to leave much good behind—not keep everything—not enter dependencies, only rely on her condition. And old acting saying goes: one has to have talent.” – Gertrud Eysoldt

As artists—especially as artists of the democratic medium—we are also accountable to those who come after us. I recently saw a show called The Last Witnesses (Die Letzten Zeugen), conceived by artists of the Burgtheater in Vienna. It featured a few of the last survivors of the Vienna pogroms in 1938, all of whom have endured crimes of unimaginable physical and psychological horror. These witnesses are in the very last phase of their life; one has already passed. Soon their legacy will be far out of reach. In a theatre full of people of all ages and from all types of backgrounds, who left the auditorium in utter silence, I have never felt the urgency of Heiner Müller’s statement more strongly:

“We must excavate the dead. Time and time again.”

We must keep alive for the next generation the radical art form that at once interrogates and models, and thus perpetuates, the only type of government that simultaneously requires and bears the potential for humanity: democracy. We have to “work with vehemence” to propagate “self-determination,” to provoke consciousness.  

This is hitting close to home this week. An American think-tank addressed the issue of “The Rob Ford Phenomenon: What’s going on in Toronto?” on May 16. The Huffington Post quotes Canadian academic Anne Golden, who led the session: “People hold politicians in such low regard these days that they expect almost nothing from them. All they’re expected to do is not steal public money.” This is not the only indication of the severe political, democratic ennui and cynicism we are facing today. It’s time for the theatre to “excavate” itself, to practice its inherent civic, radical, democratic mandate. We all need it—maybe more than ever.

FOOTNOTES:

* In Wozu Theater? (Why Theatre?) by Dirk Baecker, Theater der Zeit, 2013

** At the time, Christoph Schlingensief was working on his project Tötet Helmut Kohl/Rettet Helmut Kohl/Chance 2000, in which he aimed to draw attention to the systematic marginalization of Germany’s staggering 5,000,000 unemployed citizens. The passages above are quoted and translated from the book Engagement und Skandal by Josef Bierbichler, Harald Martenstein, Christoph Schlingensief, with an essay by Diedrich Diederichsen.

#CdnCult Times; Volume 3, Edition 3

In the downtown Toronto riding of Trinity-Spadina, where many of the city’s theatres are located, elections are underway at all three levels of government. How are our theatrical institutions connected to our democratic ones?

In this edition, Fannina Waubert de Puiseau expands on some of her recent writing on Canadian theatre, connecting the democratic and capitalist forces that contextualize theatre. Jacob Zimmer also elaborates on a theme he has explored before – populism and what it means in art and politics. Meanwhile, monologuist Mike Daisey is in town to perform a show about Toronto Mayor Rob Ford – I wrote about his influence on my work, and then we did a Twitter AMA.

Democracy and theatre: Both perhaps performed best when they are of the people, for the people, by the people.

Michael Wheeler
Editor-in-Chief: #CdnCult Times

Conversations Are Awkward

Adrienne, Jacob and (briefly) Nathan Medd, talk about building habits, condos and the theatres near by them and what to do other than limitless complaint.

Adrienne and Jacob debate an idea for a show.

Also, a tip: Sometimes conversations are awkward.

Let us know what you think and ask us questions about the ethics of representation:

email: jacob@smallwoodenshoe.org or adrienne@neworldtheatre.com
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Habitat

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Play: Habitat || Playwright: Judith Thompson
Shoot: Westmountl || Models: Christian Atanga, Alexandra Herington

SPARKLE: What is the name of this street anyway? It’s like something out of fucking Pleasantville.

RAINE: Mapleview Lanes…

SPARKLE: That’s hilarious! MAPLEVIEW LANES!! AGHHHHH! I love it. I just LOVE those NAMES of any development built from the six-ties on. Like ahh “Fairfield Estates” or Winchester Woods or or Birchmeadow Crescent All EXCLUSIVE LIFESTYLE LIVING ExCLUDING the likes of US, right?

RAINE: Sparkle. You changed the subject.

SPARKLE: I know, let’s colour our hair.

RAINE: SPARKLE. Come on. Let’s do it. Let’s find out the truth about the money, don’t you want to know if he’s ripping us off?

SPARKLE: I LOVE the man, Raine, you don’t seem to understand… I mean for me we’re living LUXURY I mean compared to what I grew up with? HAH! When Carla would like cook something in the oven? Like a frozen pizza? You could hear the cockroaches exploding there was mice shit all over the counter every morning the toilet never worked, it was city housing, right? There was no heat there were holes in the wall; Dad used to drag my mother by the hair and put her hand on the burner sometimes he got so bad we would all hide up on the roof? The five of us he never thought to look there and we would be there huddled under blankets it was really fun actually one night the Social Worker Karen walked in? And then we all got removed and Carla wept. She sat on the roof and wept I will never forget the sight of her…

RAINE: Oh Sparkle, that’s awful-

SPARKLE: Would be if it were true, huh?

Habitat was first co-produced by the Canadian Stage Company and the Royal Exchange Theatre at the Bluma Apple Theatre in Septembre 2001.