tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60428592062846053062024-02-24T23:28:58.191-08:00Dear Eurydice...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-40813685688695622952012-02-02T04:12:00.000-08:002012-02-02T04:12:35.502-08:00New Space = New Show<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGdm8pTDgNY5-vBDY7egvlW-7JBXMegCvFAf_Upt9QaGA6DRazzPMFcbxADVON69lD9bMtcie8J0kaThHehRbFVOkF2t5tLONPDMqtU9CbiC7yNfXaV-SowGNQrBd8j3XT7EfhHEecTU/s1600/_DSC2044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGdm8pTDgNY5-vBDY7egvlW-7JBXMegCvFAf_Upt9QaGA6DRazzPMFcbxADVON69lD9bMtcie8J0kaThHehRbFVOkF2t5tLONPDMqtU9CbiC7yNfXaV-SowGNQrBd8j3XT7EfhHEecTU/s320/_DSC2044.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
The original UVU production of Sarah Ruhl’s <em>Eurydice</em> was staged in the Noorda Theatre – a black box where the audience was so close, you almost felt you were in the story. The remount of <em>Eurydice</em> at KCACTF has moved the show into a traditional proscenium stage space; fixed seats on a raked plane, a curtained stage viewed through a picture-box frame.<br />
How does changing spaces change the show? Does the set change? Do the actors have to act differently? They answer is definitely yes! Except for the text, it changes almost everything! Adjustments need to be made to the set; actor’s need to reach an audience that is suddenly much farther away; it even changes the mood and feel of the production.<br />
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Kyle Oram, the actor playing Orpheus, said, “Rehearsing for a larger space has been a really new experience. It's nice to be able to make bigger choices.”<br />
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The director, Lisa Hagen, said, “"Initially it was a scary thought, because we had created an intimate and sober tone in a small space. Not to mention they'd never had to project those lines at such a volume! Moving the show meant changing the audience's spatial and emotional relationship to the world they were seeing. The proscenium implies a distance we had never anticipated. To adjust, we have re-imagined the tone into something more vibrant and playful, and the results have actually helped to create new moments of intimacy and 'smallness' within the much larger space."<br />
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So it’s a challenge, but it’s also an opportunity – one that <em>Eurydice</em>’s cast and crew have grabbed onto! Don’t miss the remount this weekend at Mountain View High School, Thursday and Saturday at 7:30. It’s a whole new show!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-29118492731908301822012-01-31T16:26:00.000-08:002012-01-31T16:26:54.789-08:00Introducing... Our Newest Stone!<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Welcome to Kaitlyn Lamb our newest Stone!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In taking the show to KCACTF, we had to replace one of our cast members. We were sad to loose Amber Cummings, who was so wonderful as the maiden Stone. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’ve been lucky to get Kaitlyn Lamb to join the Eurydice team to be the new Stone. It’s a big challenge to ask someone to step into an existing show and only two weeks before opening night too! Here’s what Kaitlyn had to say about her experience so far:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was super excited when I made the show because I remember watching it and thinking this play is crazy awesome. I had never seen anything like it and I'm just so happy to now be in it. The cast is amazing and I felt totally welcomed in by everyone. It was a bit challenging to jump into the play because we only had two weeks to work on it. It's looking great now and I can't wait for us to go to KCACTF and rock it. </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">If you’ve seen the show, you know the Stones are one of the more unusual and compelling parts of the play. I asked some questions of Jessamyn Svensson, who plays one of the Stones about the intricacies of playing a Stone:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As an actor, how have you approached the role of a stone? What has been its biggest challenges?</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I approached this role by creating a character through my own history and life experiences. The most important thing for me about this role is keeping as emotionally honest as I can because the story is too important to be lost in over analyzing or thinking too much about it.</span><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">How has the director's concept of the stones as the Crone, Matron, Maiden Fates or Norns affected the role and the play for you?<br />
</b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As the crone, at first it was difficult to understand how to portray that without resorting to stereotype, it became more important to show how long my character has been in the underworld and what that meant. Was I more disconnected, was I more angry and bitter? </span><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">What purpose do the stones hold in the play? Why do you think they are in the play?</b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The stones are a throwback to old Greek plays. The chorus used to narrate offstage deaths and stuff. The stones in this show however, represent the stages of acceptance of our own mortality (if that makes sense). We still narrate, but it's more a stylistic choice than anything else I think. </span><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Do you think having all female stones significantly changes the play?</b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Yes, the female presence in the play I think places the attention and focus onto the relationships that Eurydice has with her father and husband, the fact that we are all women playing stones makes US relate a little more and think about our own relationships we had with the men in our lives before we died.<br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">What stone symbolism is in the play? What does it say to you?</b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"Stone" for me is symbolic of how we as humans desire to be when dealing with pain and loss. We try and be stoney in our emotions and expression. It's a natural defense mechanism. So when we tell Eurydice to "act like a stone" because "being sad is not allowed" it's because that's how we dealt with our own pain.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><em><span style="background: white; color: #500050; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thanks to Jessamyn and Kaitlyn for sharing their thoughts – and thanks to the whole cast and crew – we’re excited to see the show this weekend at Mountain View High School: Thursday and Saturday at 7:30.<br />
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</div><div align="center"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-22933395119634204252012-01-30T21:36:00.000-08:002012-01-30T21:36:04.290-08:00Moving Through The Elements with Eurydice<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">James Al-Shamma in his book, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sarah Ruhl: A Critical Study of the Plays</i>, looks at Eurydice through the four elements: fire, air, water and earth. He says the play makes a downward arc from the highest to the lowest and assigns the following meaning and people to the elements:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIGipEuTVSmasGuQ-XN-aUoQ0L2keWFpDhpYcVA2Giod73Q-K3QCqhezgtAo40dKMqDOylkeEdSFbzI36bJ0QE_eMktAttbBo69cetuyFwTJnEI_dmRafGXj4S-62BobPGBSqsBpj2K4/s1600/The-Four-Elements.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIGipEuTVSmasGuQ-XN-aUoQ0L2keWFpDhpYcVA2Giod73Q-K3QCqhezgtAo40dKMqDOylkeEdSFbzI36bJ0QE_eMktAttbBo69cetuyFwTJnEI_dmRafGXj4S-62BobPGBSqsBpj2K4/s320/The-Four-Elements.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fire: Art or the artistic temperament. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is Orpheus. He is passionate. He offers Eurydice “the sky and the stars,” and Eurydice associates him with the moon. You might say his head is in the clouds. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Air: Life</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Air occupies the space below fire. Air is breath and breath is life. The Stones teach that the language of the dead is silent – like dirt, like pores. Much of life in the play is connected with language – singing, speaking, memories and stories – all of which the Stones discourage. The Shakespeare quote Father reads to Eurydice has King Lear comparing himself and Cordelia to birds in a cage. “Eurydice and her father, also suffer as trapped creatures of the air.”</span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[1]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> Air most describes Eurydice and her Father.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Water: Grieving and Forgetting</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Water is seen and heard and referenced throughout the entire play. Orpheus grieves for Eurydice through a dream where the lovers fall from the sky into a lake of salty tears; Eurydice is always thirsty; the Stones weep. And in some of the most iconic moments of the play, water is the cause and metaphor of forgetting. The Stones fit here; they are the guardians and supervisors of forgetting.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Earth: Death</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Under water is earth. The Nasty Interesting Man and the Lord of the Underworld are both found here. The N/I Man is associated with farming with big hands like potatoes that can carry a cow in labor. The Lord of the Underworld grows downward like a turnip. He promised a wedding with a dirt-filled orchestra.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We see the downward arc of Eurydice three times throughout the play: In the opening scene Orpheus describes how Eurydice’s hair will become an instrument that will carry her into the air, to which Eurydice asks, won’t I fall when the song is over? Orpheus replies that the water-filled clouds will soften her fall. Then Eurydice falls to her death from a high-rise apartment, down 600 stairs to the Underworld. Lastly, we have Orpheus’ dream, in which the lovers topple off of Mt. Olympus. This time the clouds instead of cushioning their fall, are sharp-edged and cutting. They land in a salty lake.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Looking at the story through the four elements is intriguing. It brings new symbols and threads to the conversation. Maybe all our journeys arc through the four elements: the passion of youth, learning the art of living through the middle years, the grieving and then forgetting (finding peace?) of old age and then finally… death. Maybe they are the seasons and threads of life.</span></div><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><br clear="all" /><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /></span><div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[1]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> Al-Shamma, James. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sarah Ruhl: A Critical Study of the Plays</i>. P24</span></span></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-34798814894727165972012-01-19T20:10:00.000-08:002012-01-19T20:10:52.769-08:00Eurydice Hits the Road!No, it's not another journey to the underworld; Eurydice is heading to the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival, Region 8 at Weber State University! And the Dear Eurydice Project is going too!<br />
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<div class="post-header-line-1"></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-216994104191376497"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Rage Italic"; font-size: 22pt;">If you could write one last letter to someone you’ve lost, </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Rage Italic"; font-size: 22pt;">what would you say?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In February, UVU Theatre Department will be remounting <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Eurydice </i>by Sarah Ruhl at the Kennedy Center Region 8 Theatre Festival. The play portrays the ancient Greek story of Orpheus’ famous trek into the Underworld to bring Eurydice back from the dead. Letters passed between the world of the living and the dead play a prominent role in the story.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Call for Letters</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As part of the production, an art instillation in the lobby will be re-created from letters written to lost loves and we want a letter from you!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Letters to…</b> anyone or anything you’ve loved and lost.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Letters from…</b> you, of course. Anonymity is encouraged and please include where you’re from.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Letters on…</b> stationary, postcards, emails, scraps of paper… anything up to one page in length.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Letters containing…</b> words, poems, photos, doodles… anything that expresses your feelings.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Letters delivered to…</b> Dear Eurydice Department of Theatrical Arts, UVU MS 234, 800 W. University Parkway, Orem, UT 84058-5999, <a href="mailto:deareurydice@gmail.com">deareurydice@gmail.com</a>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-39312786469212939342011-10-24T16:15:00.000-07:002011-10-24T16:15:38.250-07:00Cast Interview: Aubrey Bench and Kyle Oram<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkw6LqftqWB_ul0MQayKCj5kbdJurJvBZa3dV0KTLbJ8SEvEhYHQ7cT1gCOiVgekBFNkXt0dvQTZM4LvZA1sKhp3pIkq9vpUccg4Zr61ENMFSgBucghfl6lIMz0P8GVRJRFnuevJkbu8/s1600/publicity+photo2+-+Cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkw6LqftqWB_ul0MQayKCj5kbdJurJvBZa3dV0KTLbJ8SEvEhYHQ7cT1gCOiVgekBFNkXt0dvQTZM4LvZA1sKhp3pIkq9vpUccg4Zr61ENMFSgBucghfl6lIMz0P8GVRJRFnuevJkbu8/s320/publicity+photo2+-+Cropped.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Here's the complete interview with Aubrey and Kyle - a piece which appeared in the Noorda Theatre's Sharing Stages:<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>What is so important about the look? Why is it the climax of the story (both original myth and play)?</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A: Everything depends on that moment; it's truly a moment between and life and death. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">K: When Orpheus turns and looks at Eurydice he kind of seals their fate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Major Dramatic question is settled, he's not going to get her back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She's gone forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Why do you think Orpheus looks in the original myth?</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A: In the original myth, Orpheus looks back because he is unsure and he doesn't trust that Eurydice is behind him. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">K: To me the Greek myth portrays Orpheus' glance as coming from a place of desire, or impatience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As if he simply couldn't wait another second to see her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Why do you think Eurydice initiates the look in the play?</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">K: Something that interests me in understanding their relationship is the fact that Eurydice's father died, and Orpheus never knew him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think that can be difficult for a young man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It's almost as if he's responsible to fill two roles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think Eurydice initiates the look because she wanted to go back to her father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It's a sudden decision, the kind of decision that is made all at once.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>What makes Orpheus and Eurydice’s relationship wonderful? What makes it complex?</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A: What makes Orpheus and Eurydice's relationship wonderful is also what it makes it complex: they are opposite in many ways. Their different interests complement each other and that's what they love about each other, but these same differences sometimes causes tension between them. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">K: I think their are some very good things going on in their relationship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Something that interests me is how well they know each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Orpheus says that they've, "known each other for centuries."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knows how much she hates oatmeal, she her last letter to him demonstrates a mature relationship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When it comes down to it, I think that their marriage could have worked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They simply made the wrong mistakes at the wrong time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>As an actor, what has been your biggest challenge regarding this relationship?</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A: The biggest challenge has been understanding how to portray the complexity of their relationship. At first the relationship was very 'lovey dovey' and superficial, but over the rehearsal process it became deeper and more mature.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">K: My biggest challenge has been connecting with the emotions associated with loss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It's hard to accurately reflect what a person goes through in these kind of situations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Luckily though, I don't think accuracy is the most important element.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel that audience members will contribute enough in thinking of their own losses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still, to open up and be completely vulnerable on stage is always one of the biggest challenges.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Any other thoughts about your characters that you’d like to share?</strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">K: I'm also interested in Orpheus' relationship to music.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It's fun to see Orpheus and Eurydice so in love, but they don't necessarily like the same things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They want each other to be able to appreciate and engage with the things that interest them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-66585607323028427332011-10-21T07:22:00.000-07:002011-10-21T07:22:48.387-07:00New Page - The Dear Eurydice ProjectCheck out our new page! It contains a sampling of letters and photos from our Dear Eurydice Project<br />
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Here's an article about the project from the UVU Review:<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Eurydice” invites confrontation of difficult feelings </span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">An old bicycle, a battered mailbox and a discarded tennis racket hung as if suspended in the faint mist that filled the Noorda Theater. Each item was stark white, as if all color had been drained.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The eyes of about 60 audience members, in the intimate setting of the Noorda, were riveted on the actors throughout the 80-minute showing of “Eurydice” Monday evening, Oct. 17.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMmpD26uymtln62oerSY_NBRuT3VRxF77c4E8zqNV_q_4Lxfk-RsbFrhQQNRovByJ58YevD4P-t3Vw7HRvvBXz1u_5hYqSTWhS_RpuBZzFtwMBajr00y4uK8iJlai2XX0_0ghi6nnFxU/s1600/Review2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMmpD26uymtln62oerSY_NBRuT3VRxF77c4E8zqNV_q_4Lxfk-RsbFrhQQNRovByJ58YevD4P-t3Vw7HRvvBXz1u_5hYqSTWhS_RpuBZzFtwMBajr00y4uK8iJlai2XX0_0ghi6nnFxU/s320/Review2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><formulas><f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></f><f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></f><f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></f><f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></f><f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></f></formulas><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"></path><lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></lock></span></shapetype></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Prior to the show, attendants lounged in the foyer reading dozens of letters contained in the “Dear Eurydice Project.” These letters, addressed to loved ones lost, ranged from sentiments to friends who had taken their lives long ago to letters almost scolding fathers who chose not to stay connected with their children. Despite the somber setting created by the letters in the art project, playwright Sarah Ruhl was able to lace a little bit of humor into her interpretation of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-no-proof: yes;"></span><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnkONqbZz1nPs_fEfnzMa8-WZ2N4Djle_5Gf1eiruBsDOHbwesagQ8fbvpdr_Dvkx2Q7U_Y4pPhIHdKtRJ5zFfREYqDcxMtZnGugXbB9uaQMAl3aIKs9Ej1lONj-BJpD0DO5-ABGBtO4/s1600/Review.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnkONqbZz1nPs_fEfnzMa8-WZ2N4Djle_5Gf1eiruBsDOHbwesagQ8fbvpdr_Dvkx2Q7U_Y4pPhIHdKtRJ5zFfREYqDcxMtZnGugXbB9uaQMAl3aIKs9Ej1lONj-BJpD0DO5-ABGBtO4/s1600/Review.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Collin Thomas (left) and Cameron Garcia (right) read silently from the letters submitted to the "Dear Eurydice Project"</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">According to dramaturge Wendy Gourley, the contrast between sorrow and humor were meant to represent reality. Gourley, who was responsible for providing the director with research and background of the story, explained that Ruhl’s interpretation of the traditional Greek story was her way of dealing with the death of her father.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“She wanted one more conversation with her dad, and the play was a way for her to have that,” Gourley said.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The story is traditionally told from the perspective of Orpheus, Eurydice’s husband. Ruhl’s version, however, was centered around Eurydice, who during the course of the play had a chance to see her father in death, and get to know him in ways she never did in life.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Society, Gourley explained, doesn’t contain rituals through which loss can be adequately grieved the way that in can be through works of theater. This performance, if it didn’t provide audience members with a tool to deal with grief, it at least gave them the opportunity to approach any feelings of loss in an open-minded way. Feelings that Aubrey Bench, who played Eurydice, explained as universal.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Everyone’s lost someone or something,” Bench said, “so this play is accessible for everyone because everyone’s gone through these emotions at one point or another.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">After the conclusion of the show, audience members were able to interact with the cast, crew and director in a question and answer session they called a “talkback.” This unique addition to the performance will only be available after the Oct. 29 matinee and the Nov. 4 evening performance.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 16.8pt; margin: 0in 0in 7.5pt;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-38538219126713237862011-10-20T11:36:00.000-07:002011-10-20T11:36:06.503-07:00New Songs - For Eurydice and Orpheus<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's a song for Eurydice from Aubrey Bench who plays her:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And here's my song for Orpheus - the final song from <em>Hadestown</em>, a folk opera. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">It's Eurydice and Persephone singing Orpheus' praises</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> from the underworld at the end of the story:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoap6INueFQZQKfprEL90EOIeZ3iOeDYFCcRcU0W5JqkItq26UTbzUMwjZaVebB6RWzqSA5V_ERzr3EeQKcWKEe9uVEC5D8cT_c6qAmsH8NoPSWD1b_IGBCy1MxsrJZ1Vs_R26cazBWw/s1600/Crane+Wife2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDoap6INueFQZQKfprEL90EOIeZ3iOeDYFCcRcU0W5JqkItq26UTbzUMwjZaVebB6RWzqSA5V_ERzr3EeQKcWKEe9uVEC5D8cT_c6qAmsH8NoPSWD1b_IGBCy1MxsrJZ1Vs_R26cazBWw/s320/Crane+Wife2.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div class="style1" style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">There once was a lonely sail maker named Osamu, who lived high above the sea on a hilltop. From his house he would watch the Cranes flying and resting in the green salt marsh below his house. More than anything Osamu wished for a wife so he won't be so lonely, but who would marry a poor sail maker? One autumn night during a storm he heard something hit the house. He ran outside and found a great Crane lying stunned and still. He felt sorry for the Crane and decided to bring it inside his home and nurse it back to health. Once the Crane recovered, it flew away and returned to the other Cranes. </span></span></strong></div><div class="style1" style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="style1" style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">One moonlight night the man heard someone knocking on his door. He opened the door to find a beautiful girl standing there. Her name is Yukiko, and she stayed with him, and over time became his wife. It wasn't long however, before they began to run out of money. On seeing this Yukiko offered to weave Osamu a magic sail, but only on the condition that he will promise not to watch her while she is working. Yukiko wove all night long and in the morning, the sail she gave to Osamu was so light and delicate, and sounded as if it had the wind woven into it. Osamu was able to sell the magic sail for enough gold to live on for half a year. </span></span></strong></div><div class="style1" style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="style1" style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then the money began to run out again, so Osamu asked Yukiko to weave another magic sail for him to sell. Yukiko was hestitant and afraid, she told him that it will take all that she has to weave another magic sail. Osamu convinced her to make just one more, but she made him promise again not to watch her while she is weaving. Once again he sold the sail and for enough gold to live on for another six months. </span></span></strong></div><div class="style1" style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="style1" style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">One day a wealthy trader, came to the village. He told Osamu that he had been searching for him. He offered Osamu a lifetime of gold for a magic sail to be made for his ship. Yukiko refused. Osamu pleaded, but Yukiko did not relent. Osamu ordered his wife to make the sail. Yukiko went to her loom and once again made Osamu promise her not to look on her while she is weaving. That night Osamu listened to the loom in the next room. He brooded over of his wife's reluctance to help him. He decided it was important for him to learn the secret of her weaving so he could continue his lucrative business, so he broke his promise and looked. He saw a great white Crane, the same one he saved all those month ago, weaving her own soft down ito the sail. Yukiko looked up and saw her husband at the door. With sad eyes, she turned and flew out the window. Osamu never saw her again - only from a distance flying with the other Cranes.</span></span></strong></div><div class="style1" style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>How does the presence of the Father change the original story? Why is he there? What is his role?</strong>I'm not sure I knew that there wasn't a father character in the original myth of Orpheus. Previous to this show, I had only seen the opera l'Orfeo, which was beautiful but very slow and I only remember<br />
Ruben-esque people moving very slowly in and out of hell. So when I first read Sarah Ruhl's Eurydice, I assumed that there was a father character all along. I soon learned that this was not the case. So why<br />
the father?<br />
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I think one of the clues is in the dedication of the play. Ruhl dedicates the play to her father. That's got to count for something. And then there are several lines in the play about the relationship between fathers and daughters, and the play seems to be coming back time and time again to the notion that you can't go home again. Eurydice longs to reunite with her father, longs to stay with her father, but realizes at some point that time, and life, moves on. The father is in this play, I believe, to represent the memory of childhood. Longing for the past. That elusive feeling that you can't totally recapture your most poignant and beautiful memories. I also think he represents one of the masculine ideals women have about men; all three of the male characters in the play do. The nasty interesting man is edgy, thrilling, and carnal. Orpheus is romantic, thoughtful, and passionate. The father is gentle, kind, and selfless. I sort of see these three type as the corners of a<br />
masculine triangle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><strong>Does being a father in real life, change your outlook on your character? </strong>I wonder if college students will connect to the father character as much as I have. I almost think you have to be a parent to understand what's happening with him. I have two daughters, and I find myself<br />
constantly fighting the urge to over-protect them, baby them, and fuss over them. I'm sure a lot of men feel this way about their daughters. I feel differently about my sons. I tend to push them and challenge them,<br />
and I'm far less patient. I know it's probably not "right," but it is my honest response. When I work with Aubrey onstage I feel like Eurydice is my daughter. I want to encourage her and support her, but I also want to reign her in and protect her from getting hurt. It's a very torn feeling. Giving her up to Orpheus at the end of the third movement is heart-breaking for me, even though I know it's the right thing to do. I'm sure I'll feel that way when my real daughters get married.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>What has surprised you about this project?</strong> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The thing that has surprised me the most about this project is how well it adapts to the stage. My initial reading of the play felt more like a tonal poem. I'm also a director, and I couldn't immediately see the<br />
stageability of this piece. It's so ethereal and thoughtful. But working with Lisa has been fantastic. She has such a sharp vision for the show, and the literal story of the piece is so clear and so moving. It's not<br />
just a jumble of words and ideas. There's a story there, and it translates beautifully. I also think this is one of the most visually striking pieces of theatre I've been able to work on. I've loved the process.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>What do you think about the father’s final choice?</strong> I haven't talked too much about the father's final choice in the play because I worry about talking it out. This may surprise people (ha) but I'm not much of a talker when I'm working. I like to just do. I worry that over-processing my choices onstage will make me self-conscious and anxious. That being said, I understand exactly what he's doing. Sometimes a feeling of loss, or a feeling of helplessness, is so overwhelming that you will do anything to make it stop. It's the first time in the play that the father does anything for himself. And it's<br />
sad. But it also makes sense. It's not a suicide, but it's a coping mechanism. I get that completely. Sometimes we just want to shut our heads off for a while.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Any other thoughts about the project that you’d like to share?</strong>This has been such a fantastic experience. I hope people come. I know it's not a well-known piece, but it's a beautiful and moving one. And I really hope people give it a shot. It's rare for us as actors to get to<br />
work on plays like this; which is one of the reasons I signed up to do it. It is a celebration of life and music and choices, and it resonates with me so clearly. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-81900735678940896582011-10-11T22:31:00.000-07:002011-10-11T22:32:41.898-07:00This is what it is to Love an Artist<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is what it is to Love an Artist</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“This is what it is to love an artist: The moon is always rising above your house The houses of your neighbors look dull and lacking in moonlight. But he is always going away from you. Inside his head there is always something more beautiful.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think there is some truth to this. I’m not sure I’m an artist - hopefully I’m in process of becoming one - but I can relate to seeing the world and people through moonlight-tinged glasses and I’ll confess it’s probably not always easy to love me as my head is often filled with my creative dreams.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-11141529784157954892011-10-03T05:43:00.000-07:002011-10-03T05:43:21.608-07:00The Journey into the Unknown: A Jungian Analysis<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 16pt;">The Journey into the Unknown: A Jungian Analysis</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">We’ve picked apart the Orpheus and Eurydice myth and have looked at it from a lot of angles, but what if the message of the story isn’t about our relationships and roles with others? What if it’s not about religion or what it means to be an artist? What if the underlying meaning lies within us? What if, like in dream interpretation, we play all the parts? We are Orpheus. We are also Eurydice and the descent into the underworld is merely a journey to our own subconscious?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">This is how Swiss psychiatrist, Carl Jung (1875-1961) would look at the story. Jung was a student of Freud and developed a keen interest in mythology and what it has to say about the human psyche. To our egos, Orpheus’ journey is a tragedy, but looking at a bigger picture, Orpheus represents our abilities to charm our subconscious<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_edn1" name="_ednref1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;">[i]</span></span></span></span></a>; the journey, although at first unsuccessful, is an opportunity to learn.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">In simplified terms, Orpheus represents our conscious thoughts, Eurydice and the underworld, our subconscious thoughts. Orpheus is our practical and controlling ego, Eurydice, our soul. The story is about trying to reconnect with our soul to bring into balance the male and female parts of ourselves. Not until Orpheus is dismembered, until he subjugates his ego completely can he, bit by bit, enter the underworld and be united with his soul.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">So does this apply to us today? I think in our increasingly disconnected and noisy world, we are quite separated from our souls. What can Orpheus’ journey teach us about our own?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Don’t fear the unknown; we have to face the dark to find the light. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Don’t look back; we have to trust the process and try not to control it. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">In our journey everything works for our good – even dismemberment was good in the end for Orpheus. The worst possible event of his life is what ended up giving it the most meaning: it turned him into a prophet, an oracle and reunited him with Eurydice.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything that happens to us and to those we love is just another step on the journey. We can reject it as bad or we can take it in and learn. Jung said in his book <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Secret of the Golden Flower,</i></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So now I intend to play the game of life, being receptive to whatever comes to me, good and bad, sun and shadow that are forever alternating, and in this way, also accepting my own nature with its negative and positive sides. Thus everything becomes more alive to me. What a fool I was! How I tried to force everything to go according to the way I thought it ought to be.</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></i></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">This one story holds endless messages – that’s what makes myths so great. Each person will connect with the story in a different way. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">What will become of your journey into the unknown? Only you can determine that</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">.</span></div><div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"><br />
<hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="edn1" style="mso-element: endnote;"><div class="MsoEndnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_ednref1" name="_edn1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[i]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"> Zabriskie, Beverly. “Orpheus and Eurydice: A Creative Agony.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Journal of Analytical Psychology </i>45 ( 2000): 427-447. Print.</span></div><div class="MsoEndnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-395204520364066442011-09-28T20:32:00.000-07:002011-09-28T20:32:51.097-07:00Words vs. Music<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Orpheus loves music. There’s no doubt about it. Every time Eurydice asks him what’s on his mind, he is thinking about music. He’s a musician; it’s what he does.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eurydice loves books and words. She likes to mull over the opinions of others and think through arguments. She likes interesting new things. She likes to hear stories. Nothing wrong with that.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They’re two nice people, ridiculously good-looking, and they’re in love. So what’s the problem? Well… they have two different ways of looking at the world. Orpheus is more concrete; more black and white. Things are just how he sees them. Eurydice sees more possibilities; more options. Even this wouldn’t be a problem, except that when Orpheus looks at Eurydice, he only sees music. At best, he’s uninterested and at worst, uncomfortable with her love of language. He tries to change the subject – back to music. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">From almost the very first page of the script, Orpheus tries to make Eurydice over into how he sees her. He tries to teach her his melodies. He says he’s going to turn every strand of her hair into an instrument to play <em>his</em> music. He pesters her to practice and remember his melodies. If he weren’t so darn adorable, I’m sure she’d notice that he’s a tad controlling.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Throughout her play, Sarah Ruhl uses music and words to play out the relationships and story line. Language plays a big role in remembering in the Underworld and building the relationship between Eurydice and her Father. The power of Orpheus’ music is how he gets into the Underworld… almost. Actually it’s the power of his music and Eurydice’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">name</i>. To successfully reach Eurydice, he had to utilize both; he had to sing her name.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">After Eurydice makes her choice to stay and they are saying goodbye, he brings up again her appalling lack of rhythm – spelling out the ways she did not measure up to his ideal. In the very end, I think he starts to get it. He calls out, “Will you talk to me!”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6042859206284605306&postID=39520452036406644#_edn1" name="_ednref1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[i]</span></span></span></span></a></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">By then it is too late. </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Orpheus came to find Eurydice with music – his music. I wonder… would he have succeeded if he found her with words?</span><br />
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<div id="edn1" style="mso-element: endnote;"><div class="MsoEndnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6042859206284605306&postID=39520452036406644#_ednref1" name="_edn1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[i]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Ruhl, Sarah. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Eurydice. </i>New York: Samuel French, 2008. Print.</span></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-91056173999677801012011-09-25T21:12:00.000-07:002011-09-25T21:12:24.114-07:00More dramatic film goodbyesNow Voyager must hold the record for the most dramatic goodbyes in a single movie. Here's one by train:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Ah, the noble affair - one that is good for everyone!)</div><br />
And here's one by plane:<br />
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These aren't even all the goodbyes in this film - you'll have to watch it to get the rest.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-40443487198801507772011-09-20T13:41:00.000-07:002011-09-20T13:41:16.658-07:00Modern-day Myths in Eurydice<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 16pt;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">The ancient Greek myth of Orpheus and Eurydice is not the only myth Sarah Ruhl tackles in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Eurydice</i>; she also takes on some modern-day myths. I believe that the 1950’s setting of the script is very significant. There is a definite look at gender roles in Eurydice and what better decade to revel in gender myths than the 50’s. Let’s look at some advertisements from that period to see what kind of modern-day myths we find:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">DDT makes for happy, healthy people, animals and veggies.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-no-proof: yes;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">If you want to be a good parent, give your baby a healthy start with soda.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Now let’s look specifically at ads about women:</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpTkgZeBU1bLTb3vr7_Osxg1gUM3TI1JKgkMY9WVK9YhqMtUptt5JrNwNFQ59jbNMe8qNft38_X7oLgIVmij2csKvB_HSqjl0CM7mQ_k3gr_rskpuSWbpAB-Ek4o0bWQ7LpntMT0R5DI/s1600/angelic+washing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpTkgZeBU1bLTb3vr7_Osxg1gUM3TI1JKgkMY9WVK9YhqMtUptt5JrNwNFQ59jbNMe8qNft38_X7oLgIVmij2csKvB_HSqjl0CM7mQ_k3gr_rskpuSWbpAB-Ek4o0bWQ7LpntMT0R5DI/s320/angelic+washing.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-no-proof: yes;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Women should be domestic angel by day…</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">…and alluring sex goddess by night.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Women are overly emotional, not to mention incompetent.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-no-proof: yes;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuoP3HpQYe7z3JZR3GWmW-fq64ZnUjdRE1jihC2-AysDnegtbVwPk7keYCH8oC64tdOxprz389M6XrtUl12CuqZZUMfZo_zB05-pg908z3LRArMZjDFIFY9FhJy1z5FJj1uUX2u3FBV8/s1600/ketchup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuoP3HpQYe7z3JZR3GWmW-fq64ZnUjdRE1jihC2-AysDnegtbVwPk7keYCH8oC64tdOxprz389M6XrtUl12CuqZZUMfZo_zB05-pg908z3LRArMZjDFIFY9FhJy1z5FJj1uUX2u3FBV8/s320/ketchup.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Women are weak.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Women are (and I quote) “useful – even pleasant [indoors, but] </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">on a mountain they are something of a drag.”</span><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Women are happiest when housekeeping. </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-no-proof: yes;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Never mind that Mornidine, a morning sickness medicine, caused babies to be born without arms and legs; at least Father didn’t have to struggle with the percolator.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvlTsXmHL-birvrWXRhT9n2l6UeavPitmPKfMPln2N0Y5IiWTjFwn9p8sKnw_FRb4rbFC1PvqoGWraPdtDDHcQYEyZ-4tR421iE6ZZt8qGwAm6wqJBQ57CafSieqK4hcevT4AHtlQvcY/s1600/projections.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvlTsXmHL-birvrWXRhT9n2l6UeavPitmPKfMPln2N0Y5IiWTjFwn9p8sKnw_FRb4rbFC1PvqoGWraPdtDDHcQYEyZ-4tR421iE6ZZt8qGwAm6wqJBQ57CafSieqK4hcevT4AHtlQvcY/s320/projections.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Is there any doubt what makes an ideal woman?</span><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-no-proof: yes;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEicBLyPJx0IP2lIFqD39VgdXzUmr_9nQwfaFfx9gNy7M_AlpUpdjoP1qiYaPlObam-puzaKbKq8hqeivi2tiwBGBihybzkdxRs6ryMloe18wKX7RxkE57mQ9fzyIZxTZJ3RvNOyfMun0/s1600/mr+leggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEicBLyPJx0IP2lIFqD39VgdXzUmr_9nQwfaFfx9gNy7M_AlpUpdjoP1qiYaPlObam-puzaKbKq8hqeivi2tiwBGBihybzkdxRs6ryMloe18wKX7RxkE57mQ9fzyIZxTZJ3RvNOyfMun0/s320/mr+leggs.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">I think these ads speak for themselves. Isn’t it nice we’ve come so far…</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-no-proof: yes;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1J1cqieqE1uxl_V3WqTJ3EXp18s_OTlNW3rjOV-Jzw0hhbHfMZoOBrBByQKDuMOcGrmP3GeCf-myI4QhWPk0X4jCFMayz54OarCl0FWhAaHw80XQ2WRPCvmPk3RLpyT7pYnhL5W-A3Kw/s1600/Gucci.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1J1cqieqE1uxl_V3WqTJ3EXp18s_OTlNW3rjOV-Jzw0hhbHfMZoOBrBByQKDuMOcGrmP3GeCf-myI4QhWPk0X4jCFMayz54OarCl0FWhAaHw80XQ2WRPCvmPk3RLpyT7pYnhL5W-A3Kw/s320/Gucci.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">…or have we? </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">(a contemporary ad for Gucci)</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Ruhl is speaking to these issues that still shape our society. By giving Eurydice a voice and a choice (two things she’s traditionally robbed of in the story,) and by setting her journey against the backdrop of the 1950’s, I think Ruhl has plenty to say.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-64446017927854395762011-09-13T17:41:00.000-07:002011-09-13T17:41:39.739-07:00Never Look Back (The Gaze - Part II)<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 16pt;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">There’s been some pretty famous looks in history:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">One look at the snake-haired Medusa would turn you to stone.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">One look at Helen of Troy’s beauty would launch a thousand ships.</span><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">In Hollywood, the on- and off-screen pair of Bogart and Bacall’s looks smoldered, </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“Here’s looking at you kid.”</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">And who could forget Zoolander’s epic <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Magnum</i>?</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>– eclipsed only by Orpheus’s look for sheer power and effect.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">With just one look, he relegates Eurydice to the Underworld forever.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Such an ill-fated look is found elsewhere in stories. There are a whole bunch of stories where people are told not to look. Psyche, in Greek mythology, is told she has to marry a monster, but must never look at him when he comes to her in the night. The same thing happens in a Norse tale called <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">East of the Sun and West of the Moon</i>, except this girl has to marry a great white bear.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">In both stories, the girls bow to family pressure and take a candle and look. They both see magnificent men and accidentally drop three drops of wax on their husband’s bodies. Their enchanted husbands have to leave the girls who looked. After arduous journeys, both girls win back their husbands and break their enchantments. The stories don’t always end so happily…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">In <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Crane Wife</i>, a Japanese man is married to a woman who is really a crane who weaves her own feathers into exquisite sails for the man to sell. When he breaks his vow never to look while she is weaving, she flies away forever.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Perhaps one of the most ill-fated looks of all time was that of Lot’s wife in the Bible. Her family is commanded to leave the wicked city of Sodom before the Lord destroys it and to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">never look back</i>. She looks… and is turned into a pillar of salt. Pretty harsh for one look, but perhaps it wasn’t what was in the look, but what was in her heart.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">The Japanese myth of Izanami is very similar to Orpheus and Eurydice. She dies and her husband, Izanagi braves a journey to the underworld to retrieve her. While there, he takes his light and looks at her sleeping. He sees her rotting flesh crawling with vile creatures and he runs away in terror. She wakes and in fury gives chase. Izanagi barely escapes the underworld alive.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunexRvrbbnUx2r-7bbL5Z11VRrwB4USuwqOUe13ohSgdKB4c9PqOlz1-4vYzMp0sxiS9JLXuNgLWyRbP6IPoiu0yOwyt119LUDBVEAXOh4-It3Zm5NZpuRDV0M0g6ftKWvMt7_5arv44/s1600/Izanami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunexRvrbbnUx2r-7bbL5Z11VRrwB4USuwqOUe13ohSgdKB4c9PqOlz1-4vYzMp0sxiS9JLXuNgLWyRbP6IPoiu0yOwyt119LUDBVEAXOh4-It3Zm5NZpuRDV0M0g6ftKWvMt7_5arv44/s320/Izanami.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Ruhl’s Eurydice is full of people looking back. The Father lives in a world of past memories; Eurydice is conflicted about leaving her father for Orpheus and Orpheus can’t seem to move on after Eurydice’s death. No one seems to be able to learn that:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-20386403847881344022011-09-08T15:45:00.000-07:002011-09-08T15:45:20.286-07:00New Clip: Father of the Bride<div style="text-align: left;">The original <em>Father of the Bride</em> (1950) with Spencer Tracy and Elizabeth Taylor is a wonderful movie. The following clip is a little long, but watch the wedding scene (about 3 minutes in) to see not only a classic example of a 1950's dream wedding, but a classic example of a conflicted father figure. The same love triangle we see in <em>Eurydice</em> exists here:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-12064640969639231662011-09-08T14:16:00.000-07:002011-09-08T14:16:43.046-07:00Calling all Hepcats!Do you have to jitterbeg in Eurydice? Don't know how? Not to worry, just follow this simple instructional video and you'll be jivin' in no time!<br />
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</div><div align="center">And now a word of warning to the less-than-ideal:</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em>Casablanca</em>, 1942</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em>An Affair to Remember</em>, 1957</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-33208819266640893072011-09-06T19:45:00.000-07:002011-09-06T19:45:45.018-07:00More clips: Orpheus lassos the moon<div align="center">Lovers often promise the sun, moon and stars. It happens in Eurydice and a whole lot of other places...</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em>It's a Wonderful Life</em>, 1946</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlm-3ErrdwB4e2CpJvd8Yab9b-STVkHHV1MYU5thUrCCA1o_dnozUYZqScmY7EC699yvBjN1nPCh8zlzTL4FgE5zsADiC0jy-Wddmeh2Ou0xnjE9Lf1Khq0bIz0-cXi2pMrpqMrj7itzI/s1600/George+lassos+the+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlm-3ErrdwB4e2CpJvd8Yab9b-STVkHHV1MYU5thUrCCA1o_dnozUYZqScmY7EC699yvBjN1nPCh8zlzTL4FgE5zsADiC0jy-Wddmeh2Ou0xnjE9Lf1Khq0bIz0-cXi2pMrpqMrj7itzI/s320/George+lassos+the+moon.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Ah, young love... but what of mature, self-sacrificing love? No body does it better than Bette Davis:<br />
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</div><div align="center">Synopsis: Late bloomer spinster Bette, falls in love with unhappy married man. </div><div align="center">They can't have each other, but she can find some happiness raising his daughter. </div><div align="center">It's a twisted tale, but on the American Film Institutes 100 most passionate film list.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-84659979976672436742011-09-06T19:29:00.000-07:002011-09-06T19:29:01.818-07:00The Gaze: Of Seeing and Being Seen<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-no-proof: yes;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><formulas><f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></f><f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></f><f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></f><f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></f><f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></f></formulas><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"></path><lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></lock></shapetype></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqDm_MzGHf5E6dhl3Pa9iyMhYEsC5tyWDuOEdE8MNp2lI8CNgEtx8KO2rCXg3DkcHLF0HpiDKK6cuN2SXPi2gW0XkcayEtJCp8yXLFdKgAo_avBbeleXQAoGdAa4ZYIYm84aECWw-kY4/s1600/Opheus+gazes+at+Eurydice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqDm_MzGHf5E6dhl3Pa9iyMhYEsC5tyWDuOEdE8MNp2lI8CNgEtx8KO2rCXg3DkcHLF0HpiDKK6cuN2SXPi2gW0XkcayEtJCp8yXLFdKgAo_avBbeleXQAoGdAa4ZYIYm84aECWw-kY4/s320/Opheus+gazes+at+Eurydice.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Orpheus gazes at Eurydice</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Gaze – it’s the climactic moment – when Orpheus turns and looks at Eurydice and seals her fate forever. Why did he turn? Could he not wait one more moment to see her? Feeling the sun on his own face, did he not realize that she was not out yet? Was it ambivalence or a change of heart? One thing’s for certain, all the power of Eurydice’s fate rested in Orpheus’ gaze.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are many ways of analyzing myths, but one of the messages in the story of Orpheus and Eurydice is of gender roles and how we see each other. Ruhl said about Eurydice, “<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Rarely does anyone look at Eurydice’s experience. I always found that troubling – she’s the one who dies and takes a journey before Orpheus, but we don’t really see her experience… I’m interested in her voice, a voice that hasn’t been heard before.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_edn1" name="_ednref1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[i]</span></span></span></span></a> Ruhl set out to change Eurydice from an “object” – the object of Orpheus’ gaze and even his love – to an active “subject” – someone who is actively deciding her own fate. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In all the older versions of the story (written by men, I might add) Eurydice is little more a victim. She is usually mute. She is always seen, but is never the see-er.</span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_edn2" name="_ednref2" style="mso-endnote-id: edn2;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[ii]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> How do we see each other? There is the feminist claim that our society is skewed for men to do the looking and the women to be seen. I think Ruhl’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Eurydice</i> gives us food for thought on this topic. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Let’s look at the final “Gaze” moment in the script. Orpheus is walking out of the Underworld, not looking back. Eurydice has just said goodbye to her father and is conflicted about leaving him. The stage directions read:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Orpheus walks slowly, in a straight line, with the focus of a tight-rope walker.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eurydice moves to follow him.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She follows him, several steps behind.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">THEY WALK.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eurydice follows him with precision, one step for every step he takes.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She makes a decision.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She increases her pace.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She takes two steps for every step Orpheus takes. She catches up to him.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">HE TURNS TOWARD HER, STARTLED.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ORHEUS LOOKS AT EURYDICE.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">EURYDICE LOOKS AT ORPHEUS. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">THE WORLD FALLS AWAY.</span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_edn3" name="_ednref3" style="mso-endnote-id: edn3;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[iii]</span></span></span></span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eurydice gazes at Orpheus</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ruhl has given all the power of decision into Eurydice’s hands. “She makes a decision” is a key moment, after which she hurries to catch up with him and startles him into looking. She looks back. His look was involuntary, hers was not.</span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_edn4" name="_ednref4" style="mso-endnote-id: edn4;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[iv]</span></span></span></span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Will you agree with her choice? You’ll have to come and see the play to determine that. But agree or not, Eurydice did the looking this time around. Her fate was in her own hands.</span></span></div><div style="mso-element: endnote-list;"><br clear="all" /><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /></span><div id="edn1" style="mso-element: endnote;"><div class="MsoEndnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_ednref1" name="_edn1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[i]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span lang="DE" style="mso-ansi-language: DE;"> Schmidt, Heidi. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ruhl’s Women. </i>Thesis. </span>May 2010. Web. </span></span></div></div><div id="edn2" style="mso-element: endnote;"><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-add-space: auto;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_ednref2" name="_edn2" style="mso-endnote-id: edn2;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[ii]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <span style="font-size: 10pt;">Bruzelius, Margaret. “HD and Eurydice” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Twentieth Century Literature</i>, Vol. 44, No. 4, (Winter 1998) p 447-463 Hofstra University</span></span></div></div><div id="edn3" style="mso-element: endnote;"><div class="MsoEndnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_ednref3" name="_edn3" style="mso-endnote-id: edn3;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[iii]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"> Ruhl, Sarah. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Eurydice. </i>New York: Samuel French, 2008. Print.</span></div></div><div id="edn4" style="mso-element: endnote;"><div class="MsoEndnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_ednref4" name="_edn4" style="mso-endnote-id: edn4;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[iv]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span lang="DE" style="mso-ansi-language: DE;"> Schmidt, Heidi. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ruhl’s Women. </i>Thesis. </span>May 2010. Web. </span></span></div><div class="MsoEndnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-48270456939035118452011-09-03T06:11:00.000-07:002011-09-03T06:11:19.416-07:00New Video Page: Check out our growing collection of research videos<div style="text-align: left;">Eurydice is set in the 50's and there are times in the play when iconic moments from that era are reenacted almost like snippets from old movies; a song from a wartime musical or a stoic farewell on a steamer gangplank. We have a new page dedicated to collecting these original moments from film and TV. Here's a taste of what you'll find on the Dear Eurydice Video page:</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong>Iconic 40's-50's Film Moments</strong></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Since You Went Away, 1944</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><em>The ultimate train farewell! </em></div><div align="center"><em>This film is often cited as the classic example of a "tearjerker," </em></div><div align="center"><em>and the scenes portrays a lot of ideals from the period. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Nobody does emotional like Jennifer Jones!</em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong></strong><em>The Andrew Sisters performing "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree"</em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/VssO5bKFJU0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-6869401195017658052011-09-01T10:57:00.000-07:002011-09-01T10:57:01.013-07:00Memory and Forgetting: A Director's Concept<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Sarah Ruhl’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Eurydice</i> is steeped with the ideas of memory and forgetting; almost every page is saturated with symbolism and discussion about these two opposites. Most of us would view memory as good and forgetting as bad. Don’t we feel horrible if we forget an important event such as a birthday? Wouldn’t getting amnesia be on our list of top worse things that could happen to our lives? On the other hand, we are urged to remember. We blog and keep journals. Scrapbooking is a huge industry. Genealogy sites are the second most visited sites on the internet (next to pornography.)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">But nothing is simple and Ruhl forces us to look deeper at these concepts. Poet Margaret Atwood looked at these same complexities in her poem Orpheus and Eurydice. In part it reads:</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNF2Dj2QaPTY9aGt0tNHVQD6TcIskuHDJ2KM-zf_nuBTInyp-oU-J0mYrG6v40xL3HL5Jkeu6MCq46zG0RaFLg7EHC0QGHOv82gDfQEc9dcXPb0HJwt0NH8gNctQFtpVY1hrtUDtUjus/s1600/womaninwhite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNF2Dj2QaPTY9aGt0tNHVQD6TcIskuHDJ2KM-zf_nuBTInyp-oU-J0mYrG6v40xL3HL5Jkeu6MCq46zG0RaFLg7EHC0QGHOv82gDfQEc9dcXPb0HJwt0NH8gNctQFtpVY1hrtUDtUjus/s320/womaninwhite.jpg" width="284" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">He is here, come down to look for you.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">It is the song that calls you back,</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">A song of joy and suffering</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Equally: a promise:</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">that things will be different up there than they were last time.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">You would rather have gone on feeling nothing,</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Of the deepest sea, which is easier</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Than the noise and flesh of the surface.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_edn1" name="_ednref1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;">[i]</span></b></span></span></span></a></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Herein lies the challenge of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Eurydice</i>: As Sarah Ruhl wrote it, there is no privileging of memory over forgetting. She explores both concepts with an even hand: What if forgetting wasn’t so bad? What if memory is just too painful? It’s difficult to watch. We want to scream out with the Orphics of old, “Stay away from the waters of Lethe!” It will be the one thing that will irritate and agitate the audience – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and </i>get them thinking and conversing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">The concept of memory and forgetting is the major component to Lisa Hall-Hagan’s director’s concept. She wanted our production to focus on and explore these concepts. Each director who leads a production really shapes the script into something new and wonderful through his/her vision. Here is what Lisa had to say about her concept:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">“I've always felt myth-based novels and plays work particularly well with dichotomies, and I like the way opposites express themselves in design. For me, this play is so steeped in the pain of loss that it seemed natural to highlight the elements that make loss painful or bearable: memory and/or forgetting. Memory is both comforting and agonizing; forgetting is both peaceful and sad. Immediately the dichotomies become nuanced when the ideas don't divide themselves neatly. Once this concept began to solidify, the concrete and verbal symbols in the play began to arrange themselves within the world - all seeming to point our attention towards one or the other, but also always referencing both.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_edn2" name="_ednref2" style="mso-endnote-id: edn2;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;">[ii]</span></span></span></span></a><br />
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The play is rich in symbols of memory and forgetting. Memory is referenced by string, human objects, letters, names, language, stories, and melody/song. Forgetting is referenced by water, stones, and sound/non-melody. One way that Lisa is adding to this concept is with color. She and Casey Price, the set designer, have designed a white out set to represent the Underworld. So memory is color, forgetting is absence of color.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjch-xasrhNb0CfH0g20bb7lPZ0QyfOWBHaPN-gN5iGWbdIm765rrVXhjc6ojjLWLGJSjFruckMIQH3qVlOXiuOeioAi8AiCXgD3CQTF7OHkdlWFWFoawdeO__F1ctbLR9Lghis6-sUeeU/s1600/white+room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjch-xasrhNb0CfH0g20bb7lPZ0QyfOWBHaPN-gN5iGWbdIm765rrVXhjc6ojjLWLGJSjFruckMIQH3qVlOXiuOeioAi8AiCXgD3CQTF7OHkdlWFWFoawdeO__F1ctbLR9Lghis6-sUeeU/s320/white+room.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">When you come to the production of Eurydice, come prepared to have your world turned sideways. Be ready to look at life and death in a new way. Also – look for ways the director has played out her concept. What details, great and small, support these ideas of memory and forgetting?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">We all come to a piece of theatre from different places. We all connect to the story in different ways. What will you bring to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Eurydice</i>? What will you take away?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="edn1" style="mso-element: endnote;"><div class="MsoEndnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_ednref1" name="_edn1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[i]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"> Buxton, Richard. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Complete World of Greek Mythology.</i> London: Thames & Hudson Ltd., 2004. Print.</span></div></div><div id="edn2" style="mso-element: endnote;"><div class="MsoEndnoteText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6042859206284605306#_ednref2" name="_edn2" style="mso-endnote-id: edn2;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[ii]</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"> Hall-Hagan, Lisa. Email. 28 July, 2011.</span></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829098002200208448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042859206284605306.post-19706773626010576582011-08-26T13:59:00.000-07:002011-08-26T13:59:06.048-07:00Comparative Myth: Pare and Hutu<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Here is our first comparative myth. It comes from New Zealand. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Find the ways that it is similar to Orpheus and Eurydice.</em></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">In former days there lived a woman named Pare. She was a ‘puhi’: a girl of noble birth who unlike other girls, was kept carefully guarded and was not permitted to have love affairs. She lived on her own in her house, a beautiful carved building with three fences around it. The reason for her being kept apart was that since she was of such high rank, among her people there was no one of equal standing to take her as his wife.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When food was brought to her it was given to one of her slaves, who gave it to a second slave, who gave it to a third, and this third slave gave the food to Pare. The interior of her house was wonderfully decorated with the most beautiful cloaks: fine white cloaks edged with taniko work (kaitaka), fringed and tasseled cloaks (korowai), and cloaks of black dogskin (topuni). The house was sweetly scented with leaves of the kawakawa, and with all of the other perfumes known to the Maori.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now there were certain days of the year which were set aside by the people for games and amusements, such as whipping the top, throwing darts, and all the other games of the Maori.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">On one of these occasions there came to Pare's village a nobleman named Hutu, who joined her people in their games. He was very skilful both at throwing darts and whipping the top.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The people threw their darts, then Hutu threw his one, and it was Hutu's dart which flew the furthest. All of them marveled at the flight of Hutu's dart, and they shouted their praise of his skill. Hearing the noise, pare came to the door of her house to watch her people and Hutu throwing their darts.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Again the people threw their darts, and again Hutu threw his one. Hutu's dart flew right across, and landed by the doorway where Pare was standing. Then Pare picked up Hutu's dart and took it into her house. Hutu went to fetch it, but Pare would not give it to him. When he asked her to return it, she said, ‘You must come into my house, Hutu, so that I can talk to you, for I like you very much.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then Hutu said, ‘I do not want to come into your house. I am alone, and your people are many. I am a stranger in your country. It wouldn't be right for a person of low birth to go into the house of one of such noble birth as yourself. Furthermore, I have a wife and children at home.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then Pare said, ‘These arguments mean nothing to me, for I love you. You are the most skilful at the games; your top sounds the loudest, and your dart flies the furthest, and because of this, I love you.’</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">They argued in this way for some time, Hutu saying that he did not want to go into Pare's house, and Pare saying, ‘It makes no difference; I love you very much.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When she saw that Hutu still would not agree to go in, Pare took hold of him, pulled him inside the house and shut the door. Hutu insisted on leaving, and he went outside, with Pare following him. Then Hutu turned to Pare and said, ‘You stay here, and in a little while I'll come back again.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then he ran off quickly. When Pare saw that Hutu was running away from her, she called after him, ‘Farewell, Hutu! Go to your home!’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then she went back into the house and told her attendants to set in order her house and all her possessions. When the attendants had done this and Pare was left alone, she hanged herself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When the people heard of Pare's death they were overwhelmed with grief and said, ‘Hutu must die for this.’ After they had met together to decide on the best way of capturing Hutu, a war party was sent out to find him, then took him to Pare's house, to the place where the body was lying, and told him, ‘We made you prisoner so that your death might pay for the death of Pare.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">‘Very well,’ said Hutu, ‘but do not bury the body. Let me go now, and do not bury the body until I come back. I will be gone for three or four days, then I will return. It is right that I should die in payment for the death of your princess.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The people agreed to this, and so he left them. When he was a good distance away, he began to chant all of the spells and incantations which the priests recite when they are concerned with matters involving death and the spirit world. After this he went towards the spirit world, and saw Hine-nui-te-po, the Great Lady of the Night. He asked her, ‘Where is the path that leads below?’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hine pointed to the path by which dogs go to the spirit world, but after Hutu had given her his greenstone mere (a club carved out of stone) she showed him the right path, the one that men use. Hine habitually acted in this deceitful manner, telling the truth only when bribed to do so, and in this way she collected a great deal of property.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then Hine prepared some food for Hutu. After pounding some fernroot she put it in a basket, saying to him, ‘When you are below, eat sparingly of this food, so that it lasts for a long time; for if you eat the food down there, you can never return to this world.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hutu said that he would do as she instructed him, and Hine added, ‘If you bend your head downwards you will find it easy to fly down to the dark world; for when you are nearly there, a wind from below will blow your head upwards again, so that you will be able to land squarely on your feet.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hutu flew down to the land below, and when he arrived he began to look for Pare, asking the people, ‘Where is Pare?’ They told him, ‘In the village.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Having heard that Hutu had come to the spirit world and was asking for her, Pare refused to go outside her house.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hutu tried to think of some way of seeing Pare. He taught the people in the village to play at darts and whipping the top, the games known in this world. So the people played with Hutu, but Pare did not come out of her house to watch them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hutu was very sad at this, and said to the people again, ‘Fetch a tall tree, and let us cut off its branches.’</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">They brought the tree, trimmed off its branches and cut off the top. Then Hutu said, ‘Let us plait some ropes.’</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The people pulled on them until the top of the tree bent down to the ground. Hutu sat right on top of the tree, and told one of the people to get on to his back. When they were ready, Hutu called to the men holding the ropes, ‘Let the top of the tree go up!’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The tree sprang upright again, with Hutu and the man on his back holding on tight. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The people shouted with joy when they saw how good the swing was, for they were very pleased with this new game. After they had been playing the game for some time, all the people in the district heard of it. Pare was also told of the new game, and she came to watch it. Hutu was overjoyed to see her.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When Pare saw the game she was delighted, and went up to Hutu and said, ‘Let me also sit on your shoulders and fly up on the swing.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hutu was very glad at this, and said, ‘Hold on tight to my neck, Pare.’</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then he told the people to pull the tree right down to the ground, as far as it would go. Then he called out, ‘Let it go!’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When they let the tree spring back, it went up with such force that the ropes attached to it were thrown so high that they were caught in the land above. Then Hutu climbed up the ropes with Pare on his back. He grasped hold of the grass growing at the entrance to the underworld, pulled himself up, and arrived at the upper world, this world of ours.’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">They travelled on to the village where Pare's body was lying, and her spirit went to the side of her body, entered it, and took up its abode there; and Pare was alive again, a living person in this world of ours’.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Pare's people were overjoyed at seeing their princess again, and said that it was the power of Hutu's chants and prayers which had brought her back to life. Pare must marry Hutu, they said. When Hutu asked, ‘What about my children and my other wife?’ they answered, ‘Pare shall be your second wife.’ Hutu agreed to this, and from this time onwards, Pare was known as Pare-Hutu.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>This Ngaitahu version of the story of Pare and Hutu is taken from John White's ‘Ancient History of the Maori’, volume II. In this as in many other stories, it is the woman who takes the initiative in courtship. This was often the Maori custom. In this case, Pare's high rank enables her to be especially forthright in her approach. In another version of the story I read, I especially liked that Hutu brought Pare back to life by pushing her soul back into her body through the souls of her feet. This version can be viewed at The National Library of New Zealand at http://teaohou.natlib.govt.nz/journals/teaohou/issue/Mao50TeA/c11.html</em></span></span><br />
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