So Long

At the beginning of September I was asked by Jida Akil to help direct her CSM alive piece. At the time we were unsure about whether we would be allowed to live capture in the Platform theatre or if we would have to create a fully virtual performance.

We started  by listing our lockdown experiences (e.g. the loss of a pet, being stuck abroad, confusion from the news, illness). We organised them into sections until we ended up with 4 sections: Grief, Confusion, Time-stop, and Regrowth. I explored these emotions further through spoken word, writing a piece for each section (see below), whilst Jida began designing moodboards and costumes.

From there, we developed a character document (see below) which we used to communicate the concept to the choreographer and sound designer. When we found out that we would be able to record the performance in the Platform Theatre we were overjoyed. During the rehearsal process it became hard to be a hands on director so I took on a more classical dramaturg role with additional work editing the videos for the projection mapping. These turned out to go hand in hand as the main dramaturgical conversation surrounded the “experiencer’s” relationship with the projected figures.

Poetry

Confusion

by Maya 

Pause….

Pause….

They said Pause….

I was going about my life,

I’ll be honest I lived it to the fullest 

Not to dance and drink

But to experience and think

Of the extent of the world I wanted to live in.

I went to Uni, to work, 

to be the bottom of the food chain

I didn’t realise that the loss would cause me pain

But it did, it was also pain at the time maybe

What am I talking about? 

I just want to scream and shout

Because I can’t go out

I can’t go out

Pause…

Pause..

They said Pause…

Bet they didn’t realise that pause would last so long

And instead they left millions of budding flowers out in the snow

With nothing to show

Instead we are trapped

Our excuses capped

Not allowed to complain because

Who could predict that we would end up here

Who could predict that we would end up here

Stuck on Pause

Pause

Pause

Like broken VHS tapes or a cheap DVD player

Playing the same day again or whatever

We’ll be fine by Christmas

Or maybe next year

The lies don’t end, but continue to appear

Because who could predict that we would end up here

Pause

Grief

By Maya

Mum, Dad, 

Grandma, Grandpa

Sister, Brother

Daughter, Son

Best Friend, Boyfriend 

Girlfriend, Partner

Cat, Dog

Hamster, Bunny

Gone

Can’t say goodbye

Gone

Time-stop

by Maya 

I went for a walk at night and I could see into every home

Buildings of people who all feel alone

I see into their enclosures as they are stuck here

In Purgatory Zoo

Check out the manic youth over in the future exhibit

Spending hours hanging out or hanging in, all online

Check out the parents of kids, who are losing it

If they have to watch frozen one more fucking time

Check out the middle-aged mothers who I admit

Didn’t expect to be stuck back with their kid

Stuck inside a Purgatory Zoo

We baked, we binged, we balanced

The denial of chaos with the sudden surplus of empty hours

After that the hours were filled with finding something to live for

Something to die for in purgatory zoo

Because we should at least be thankful that we aren’t in world war 2

So instead we fought for the earth, eventually for the rights of people who we should have been caring about in the first place. 

Then that ended. We found a new cause to binge.

There is always something new,

Stuck inside Purgatory zoo.

They left us here with no word and no security

Who knew that we would feel purgatory? 

Without the relief of death

Stuck staring at the wall binging shows about what we’re supposed to be doing

Cooking with Monica, Comicon with Sheldon, Catching Crime with the 99

But somehow, they feel wrong

Where are their masks?

Why are they allowed to hug?

They’re out at a Gig

Or on dates with Big.

What’s going on?

Why didn’t they have to go home too

Stuck inside a Purgatory Zoo

Oh shit my bread is burning.

Character Document

Outcome

In the end this turned out to be not only the final project I worked on, but my last day in person at CSM as well. I’m terrible at goodbyes but this one is particularly poignant. All I can say for now is…

so long and thanks for all the fish.