“Hey. We’ve gotta talk about this” | Issues in/with new writing
- August 14th, 2014
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“Write what you know.”
The first rule of thumb for anyone interested in writing anything. This applies to birthday cards right through to grand epic fictions or a boutique thesis on an obscure historical peccadillo.
It is rapidly followed by the next question:
“What do you know?”
And then swiftly after that,
“How do you know that?”
And then:
“Who are you to write that anyway?”
It is no secret that artists are like bower birds. Collecting snatches of overheard conversation, headlines from newspapers, facts from journals artists chew through the meat and the gristle of daily life, sifting and grinding found concepts, images, speeches – processing it into art. Sometimes the process is curatorial: Selecting and arranging the real, raw data and daily life materials into order or housing them in a shape or place to draw attention to it. Sometimes they work in collaboration with a specific community to reflect a truth or an opinion for the betterment of society – the participants and the audience. Sometimes they fracture reality stylistically, thematically until the work is an abstraction of an idea. Sometimes they imagine an alternate reality, inspired by but not replicating events. Playwrights collect, notate, process and present realities. Sometimes they do all of these things. The making of art is not an easy nor a cut and dried process – everyone does it differently and for different reasons and for different purposes.
It begs the question: are artists parasites of the lives of non-artists?
Recently, as a part of the Independent season at the Griffin Theatre Company, Jane Bodie’s play Music, asks that very question.
“Two actors researching a theatre project befriend a seemingly quiet and ordinary man named Adam. In reality, Adam’s unexceptional existence is carefully calibrated – a precarious sideways tightrope-walk over his mental illness. Now, Adam’s new friends are at risk of throwing his life dangerously off balance. And there’s every chance they’ll go down with him. Music offers a sharp critique of the way mental illness is perceived today and examines the dangerous consequences of raiding people’s personal lives in the name of art. A surprising and surprisingly funny story of people connecting and colliding, as two actors blunder their way into Adam’s life, causing untold damage to him as a result.”
It’s an issue in contemporary theatre writing. An issue we need to discuss.
Artists, despite best of intentions may hurt those they love – friends, family, their community – in the desire to draw on what they know.
As other forms of “reality” entertainment (Reality TV – weight-loss shows, cooking competitions, house renovation shows) push mainstream audience narrative literacy into hardline “realism” – theatre is forced to prove its authenticity, its “realness” amongst the audience. With a glut of homemade, self-made, online content showing “real” events, acts or distractions, content is freely available and accessible. This combination of audience literacy in/desire to engage with reality content and a prevalence of artist access to primary source materials – results in the opportunity for stories outside of an artist’s direct experience to be told.
What does the writer do? Write what they know.
What do they know? They know their perspective based on their research.
How do you know that? They spend time interrogating the ideas, the story, they carry out research and consultations.
Who are they to write this? They are a writer who dares to add to the ongoing conversation about art and humanity which has been in progress across languages, nations, genders, politics, genres since the beginning of time. And to be one small person contributing to that – in the face of peers who will evaluate your contribution – you have to have an iron constitution and know your stuff pretty well.
So it is hardly surprising when a few weeks after opening, there is controversy surrounding The Griffin Theatre’s current production “Ugly Mugs” by Peta Brady (a co-production with the Malthouse Theatre) about the ethics of the storytelling.
According to a member of the Scarlet Alliance, Australia’s peak sex worker organisation, Ugly Mugs is “Pity porn.”
Read reportage from the Sydney Morning Herald here: http://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/theatre/sex-worker-union-member-attacks-peta-brady-play-ugly-mugs-20140813-103mty.html#ixzz3AHNyUYFm
A string of alternating responses – praising and damning the production on the Griffin Theatre Company Facebook feed http://www.griffintheatre.com.au/whats-on/ugly-mugs/
It has created a community upheaval amongst sex workers who have articulated their perspective ending with the powerful phrase:
“Sex workers speak for ourselves, our personal stories belong to us and it is our right if, and when to tell them.”
The Griffin Theatre Company responded with a formal response nobly engaging with the issues raised, and open to revealing the consultative process and seeking to continue engagement with the Scarlet Alliance. The objective and the intent of the play was articulated “to provoke conversations in our audience about the steps we need to take as a society to unmake traditions or patterns of violent behaviour.”
http://www.griffintheatre.com.au/blog/response-to-ugly-mugs-blog/
I am not specifically interested in engaging with the particulars of due diligence or artistic license in this particular instance. I think the dialogue we have with audience is as important as the conversation we have amongst ourselves.
The broad issue I am interested in here is:
Who has the right to tell a story?
How do we have a conversation about ownership?
How do we work through conflicts of representation?
Raised at the Australian Theatre Forum in 2013, this issue was raised in the idea of representation and appropriation of Aboriginal story – who has the right to tell a story? Can races be cross cast?
Raised again at Playwriting Australia’s National Play Festival 2014 during an industry session focused on Aboriginal Dramaturgy – what is the process of permission/rights to sharing story, sharing language?
When working in a context which is based in and of a community there are sensitivities to what and how information is shared, where permission comes from, how it is granted to whom and when.
For artists, whose source material is their experience of the world – the structures around notions of community engagement and ethnography are blurred, or casual or not existent.
It can leave artists open to attack. It can leave communities open to attack.
Which is not the objective of cultural and artistic pursuits. Not at all.
Artistic and cultural pursuits seek to bring understand, compassion, awareness, inspire activism and social change. It is this intention which elevates art above the idea of base schadenfreude or entertainment.
And we’ve got to talk about this. This is too important not to engage with.
Telling stories can come at a price: the trust and respect of our loved ones and or our community.
As artists and producers we have a moral obligation to our community – both those who are sources of inspiration and those who are our audiences (hopefully these are one and the same) to make sure that the context in which we develop and make a work involves consultation and discussion with community – and that takes time.
It takes generosity, patience. From everyone.
It will take a willingness to speak. A willingness to listen.
I believe our arts community has the capacity to deliver.
Hi Gus,
I think appropriation and the stories we choose to tell/the artists who have the “right” to tell them/the processes they use are all hugely important issues to discuss. We do have to talk about these things.
But frankly, this argument was all triggered by a horrifically defamatory accusation of a breach of trust and confidentiality which seems, by all accounts, to be untrue. And it’s being argued, largely, by people who haven’t seen the play. I think that’s pretty damn serious. And it makes me quite furious that people are continuing these accusations with no evidence. People are NOT having a mature, informed conversation about this, so maybe it’s best that we leave this particular play be. I just think it’s become too vicious and the dialogue has deteriorated. Maybe have this conversation again when people have calmed down.
“Sex workers speak for ourselves, our personal stories belong to us and it is our right if, and when to tell them.” – I so disagree with this statement it makes my eyes water.
If it were carried through to its logical conclusion, no artist, storyteller, painter, film maker, novelist (etc etc) would ever make any kind of work about anything.
Prostitutes are no more entitled to own stories than anyone else – and once a story is in the public domain it is…public.
What I suspect is happening here is that this particular cohort of workers is using middle class guilt against the middle class guilty in an attempt to own the un-ownable and to shut down the making of art.
It should be resisted.
Hi Diana – I don’t agree at all that artists are not allowed to imagine. Of course they are. But when it comes to directly drawing on real events and the traumatic lived experience of other people as an inspiration, responsibilities kick in too. (Yes, there are actual reasons I write fantasy novels, although even that is fraught). Fwiw I don’t have a skerrick of “middle class guilt”.
For my part, I have no opinion on most of the allegations being kicked around by sex workers, because I don’t know the full circumstances. But when I saw the play myself I left with a great deal of discomfort about how the subject matter was treated. Not a million miles from the feeling that it was “pity porn”, as sex workers have said. I don’t doubt it wasn’t intended to come across that way. A general defence seems to be that the work was fictionalised, but since it was publicised as based on real events, that seems a bit wobbly to me: you can’t have your cake and eat it too. Fiction is complex and it doesn’t absolve you of responsibilities either. There’s also the issue of the work’s good intentions – a desire to explore violence against all women – being hobbled by its very generalisations. Is all violence against all women the same? How does class play into it, say? How does race?
I wonder this: if it isn’t an artist’s responsibility to think about issues of representation, then whose responsibility is it? What is art for? Who is it for?
I think that to cast this as a question of “artistic freedom” or censorship kind of misses the point by a country mile: what is at issue is who holds the power in this equation, and in this case, it’s the person with the power to represent. Artists aren’t used to the idea that they might have power, but we do, and we should recognise it.