One of my New Year's resolutions was to blog more about my encounters with the arts. I did a fairly comprehensive roundup of my arts adventures last year for my Christmas newsletter, but wanted to do better on a more ongoing basis by going back to that "theater diary" assignment from the Georgetown U. class many many years ago....
Well, you know how New Year's resolutions go. (I've already missed recapping New Year's Eve "Young Frankenstein" at the Kennedy Center and the Elliott Yamin concert at the Birchmere.)
This week was especially interesting, arts-wise. First (Monday) was the Ford's Theatre benefit dinner with two guest speakers talking about the new production of "The Rivalry," a dramatization of the Lincoln/Douglas debates.
Wednesday was American Ballet Theatre's second night of a short run at the Kennedy Center, which meant mixed rep and not as many principals (reserved, evidently, for opening night Tuesday and for the full-scale ballet, "Romeo and Juliet," on the weekend). Why did I pick the "B" production and "B" cast? Daniil Simkin, whom I saw perform as a guest with ABT last year. Not just adorable and hard working, he's got a grand jete so explosive that you'd believe a new universe is being created.
And any ballet is just good beauty therapy, from Ashton's twirling candies at a birthday party, to the magical ensemble in the mysterious and dangerous forest (with piano accompaniment), to Tharp's calculus of shapes and shifting partnerships. It's all good.
Then tonight (Thursday) was my subscription play at the Round House Theatre, the second preview performance of "Permanent Collection," and it's here where I start to collect my thoughts.
The play was about art, heritage, vision, inspiration, and racism. Not necessarily in that order. Really it was about empathy, or lack thereof. Each of the two protagonists (one black, one white) asks the audience to see things from his point of view. They do not ask each other this, but rather demand, defend, and deny each other. In the end, their accusations of each other's racism are aired by the reporter seeking balance, and in the court of public opinion, both are brought down.
What struck me was the lack of empathy, the unwillingness to change or to seek compromise. As one of the female characters pointed out, it became a pissing match.
The issue of racism is tough in a suburban theater; I was listening to the audience comments at intermission, and most of the "ladies who lunch" seemed to think the black guy was overreacting. Well, I think they both were.
One thing really hit home for me at the end of Act One: that the white guy had to admit he'd never been downtown to the Museum of African Art. The point in the play was that he didn't feel he needed to understand black art because it wasn't as good as white art. Confession: I've never been there either. It's definitely on the list now.
Prejudice is a tough thing. And you wouldn't know it to look at me, but I deal with the kinds of things the black character was talking about--the sense of always being looked at as inferior. This is a really REALLY feeble comparison, but I've heard one too many dumb blonde jokes to think they're anything but old-fashioned prejudice.
Case in point: Let's go back to Monday night at the Ford's dinner. Guest speakers were a best-selling author and Civil War historian, Jay Winik, and the director of the production of "The Rivalry," Mark Ramont. It was a wonderful opportunity to talk to some interesting people.
Mark was charming over hors d'oeuvres as he described the structure of the three-person play and how he staged it, with the wife of Stephen Douglas as sort of a narrator/go-between between Lincoln and Douglas. I got very excited about that because it reminded me instantly of the structure for Michael Frayn's play of a couple of years ago, "Copenhagen," about Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg. So I enthusiastically dropped that comment into the conversation.
Mark did a double take. Literally. He hemmed-hawed a nanosecond, and then said something like, yes, well, except "The Rivalry" won't be quite as "heady" as that.
You know what? That's not exactly the first time a man has done a double-take when I, a tall blonde, demonstrated my mastery of linear thought in the form of a complete sentence or a pertinent reference in conversation. Like, really, you know?
So it should not have surprised me that dry, droll Dr. Winik pretty much laughed at me throughout dinner. Maybe it was because I insulted the intelligence of our most recent former president by saying (or starting to say) that I wouldn't vote for anyone I didn't think was smarter than I am. I'll admit to not being very diplomatic. Oops. But I was making references to books and authors that supported whatever the hell we were talking about, and he (in a very professorial demeanor) challenged me at nearly every turn.
Finally, I was in the middle of making a point about the importance of story telling and started to say "that's what I love about Tolstoy..." when Jay turned to his neighbor and sarcastically remarked, "Did you think you'd be sitting at a dinner where somebody says 'And that's what I love about Tolstoy'?" And to twist the knife, to me: "You'll have to find someone with an IQ of 200 to vote for."
I may not be the brightest penny in the dish, but I know when I'm being laughed at.
But here's where I go back to one New Year's resolution I made a few years ago that I still actually keep fairly well: Laugh.
Someone drops the door in my face? Laugh at that person's clueless rudeness. Insulted? Laugh at the inferiority of manners and self-image. Well, just laugh, because it feels better than being mad.
I don't think that philosophy could have saved the two characters in "Permanent Collection," but it couldn't have hurt.
Like my "beauty therapy" at the ballet, the response of both men to the artists who touched them could have been a place to find common ground. One feels about the Cezannes the way the other feels about the African masks. Start with the beauty and the inspiration, and share that.
Love, hosaa
thinking, feeling, laughing (and way too tired to do links. Google is your friend.)
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