International Presentation on Staging Beckett

Staging Beckett: The Impact of Productions of Samuel Beckett’s Drama on Theatre Practice and Cultures in the United Kingdom and Ireland

This research project is funded by the Arts & Humanities Research Council (AHRC), and runs from 2012-2015. The University of Reading, alongside project partners, the University of Chester and the Victoria and Albert Museum, will be creating a database and research materials relating to all professional productions of Beckett’s theatre throughout the UK and Ireland.

THURSDAY 11th SEPTEMBER 2014

16.00 – 17.00 Panel 2: The Major-Marginal  (Chair: Trish McTighe)

Brighde Mullins (via Skype) – Samuel Beckett in Hollywood (via Skype)

Matthew McFrederick (University of Reading) – Staging Beckett in Hammersmith

For more information on the conference, click here.

QUA BECKETT?

WHY Samuel Beckett?

In the spirit of full disclosure:

I love his work.

 Anne Carson said “I love Beckett. Especially his face.”

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I recently met Rick Cluchey,  founder of the San Quentin Prisoners Project and Beckett’s friend, and now my friend. Rick is in his late 70’s. He lives in Culver City in an apartment full of memorabilia. He, like Beckett, was a boxer, and he still has a wirey build and tattooes. He’s passionate about theatre and about the capacity of theatre to create redemptive experiences for the spectator and for the participant. Rick’s thoughts and ideas re-animated my connection to Beckett, and this forum gave me a chance to think about Beckett once again, in a new context.   This blog….. READ ON!

 

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Trapped Downtown

Trapped Downtown…not “Downton” which would be even worse, to be trapped in that PBS world of high tea and smug smugness….no, this is a section about being a citizen of DTLA– Downtown Los Angeles. A recent cover of LA Magazine reads “Why We Love Downtown: 75 Reasons…” or something like that…you can check out the lists and laudatory commercials and boosterism yourself. I read that cover and the first thought that popped into my head is “YOU love downtown because YOU don’t actually live here.” I appreciate the juxtapositions of downtown, I notice the dissonance…that being said….there’s a lot to dislike about downtown Los Angeles. So I am actively looking for things to appreciate. First on my list is not the proximity to culture, by which I mean that you can walk to Disney Hall or Santee Alley. It’s the Quixotic Palpable dream of so many of the organizers who live here, those who toil against the fact that it’s impossible to shine up downtown because it would take a lot of political power to address the drugs, homelessness, and the ongoing epitomization of class inequality in Los Angeles. “In dreams begin responsibilities,” as the poet said.

Sunset over the world-famous restaurant The Pantry, LA's oldest 24 hour pancake house
Sunset over the world-famous restaurant The Pantry, LA’s oldest 24 hour pancake house

ALL ROADS LEAD TO BECKETT

Knausgaard and Donald Antrim: ADVICE for YOUNG WRITERS

A report from the Hammer Reading Series

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Beckett said, “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”​

Do you have any advice for young writers?

This is a question that gets asked frequently at readings and it is a kind of Generosity Test. Some writers just evade it….Donald Antrim and K. Knausgaard didn’t evade it.

Knausgaard –which I think means Image“Heart-Throb” in Norwegian, judging from the numbers of swooning women around me—even two well-known writers, sitting in front of me, were both swooning, swooning. It was slightly distracting.  But he’s sort of sublime, this Knausgaard.  “When I couldn’t write,” he said, “and my normal thing is NOT being able to write….So you write…But you must be willing to fail every day.”

Donald Antrim said something like:Donald Antrim “I write to escape time and to be calm while I’m doing it.” He said that young writers should “get ready for anxiety. To avoid anxiety is to avoid the experience. It’s going to be terror.”

Here’s a link to the fabulous demi-monde depiction of depression that Antrim read—it’s a snippet from the New Yorker, called “Fed.”