This is why I live in the San Francisco Bay. Of course it counts as another birthday gift, what luck that it fell in July. The show Woodland Creatures, the theater group marzipanik, and The Fury Factory which houses them.
Maybe I should learn how to write when I am freshly peeling myself out of the experience, fully alive and reeling from the newness that I went into without expectations, not even the descriptive paragraph that G read before the performance but I did not ...
This Art was completely pure. There was humor and pain, holding single moments and vast moments, single visual elements and if you could, take it all in. Tiny and daring facial expressions and whole daring body movements. One poem overlapped by many ... It was both beautiful and raw, fully expressive and mystifying, original and uninhibited, genuine and real, daring and sweet, confusing and clear, vulnerable and risky, intelligent and playful, tormented and at its core, completely at peace, true.
Art is so rarely has unique DNA with blood veins of its own, I could not be more relieved in bodyheartsoul to run into this. It's also deeply moving to watch a group of people so completely committed to their art, to write, be heard as the writer, collaborate as a group, make it bigger, work for three years on a thing. Believe in it, find a house for it to bring it to life. Only three times, this time.
I am new to the Theatre of Yugen, and The Fury Factory and it seems to be a part of Project Artaud, which was a modern dance theater where I ushered 20 years ago, so somehow this feels like an extension of that. But of course. Of course of course of course. The things in life that take time to make the full circle also take time to feel like a full circle. Love that G's friend is a main performer in this ...
I wish I could have taken notes, or see the show again and take notes during AND take photos, I try to recreate the freshness now, later. I am not a fan of poetry in general, but this show could open me towards that direction. Every phrase was complete and mysterious, one paragraph by itself complete and incomplete. One scene was like a painting of words - it had big picture, smaller sections, and fine details of words that made sense on different levels. Maybe even like experiencing LSD (so I've heard) and getting different layers, colors ... words, concepts, stories whatever it did for you. All of it completely subjective, our lovely human experience.
G pointed out that what they very very very nearly succeeded in NOT doing was pushing an agenda on us ... Maybe writer Ryan Hill did, just a little, with the idea that were we used to be civilized, which maybe we never were - my own heritage thought concentration camps were okay, and okay to ignore. I think the brilliance of this shows' concept is not the premise, but what comes out ... just what comes out of a thing. What was created. What was decided to be created from internal nudges, feelings, frustrations ... How to express it. When we humans tend to keep so much inside.
Authenticity and creativity is my search, and I am relieved to unearth the San Francisco that I fell in love with when I first live here. A city of outcasts first, when mainstream parents in middle america were disowning their LGBTQ children, somehow that tribe knew to make a bee line to San Francisco. The small pocket of safety for Different Voice and emotional expression this area used to be is now expanding population wise (relief), but there is this tension too with the tech community, the big money, the country club feel, corporate, rule-binding-ness, even if the sf bay is generating innovation, environmental progressive action and other political forwardness. Hints of mainstream rules and fear(s) almost overshadow the core of what IS San Francisco:: wild, earthy, true, safe, creative, real ... My sister who never left the bay area the last 20 years, gave me the warnings of how the city has changed too much, but I knew that for whatever changes did happen, it's still light years ahead of Pennsylvania, NYC and Germany, my experience, not an absolute (and NYC is too hot and vertical.)
Last night I found a thing I was looking for, this thing that made me alive and think and feel to nearly my fullest capacity. The smallest group of people taking creative risks when so few in the bay area area anymore. Do I get to say that? That can't be entirely true, though I have witnessed a lot of fear-based behavior here, which I think just surprises me ... The smallest of audiences supporting the theater group. I could run with this idea that good hard art is always small and underfunded and bemoan their underdog status, but that's a script I have, and I'm catching myself. So here, revised: the good art gets bigger and wider because it's pure and universal. Also, what's interesting is if I talk about other people being afraid, it IS actually a mirror of me. I'll own this. This is where self awareness work comes in, and how taking risk becomes possible.
Maybe this is why I loved this night so much. I have always followed the fears in my life to get to next stages, next learnings for my whole life, and I believe this group had to push past a few fears to make something like this. Put it out there. And that's how you get majestic things.
I'm so grateful for the exposure ...
Here the description of the theater (which I didn't catch completely) but it adds to a layer of awe, respect and wonder:
Theatre of Yugen
is an experimental ensemble dedicated to the pursuit of the intangible essence of guten. With our foundation in Japan ... [lost the words] ... drama and Kyogen comedy, we create works of the world theater by crafting original material and exploring dramatic and literary classics. By presenting and collaborating, we continue the evolution of live performance and foster intercultural understanding. and by training and educating we keep the legacy of theatrical discipline vital.