April 25: stuck at bow street

After a bit, conversations with my olde dad, who had some form of dementia, were always the same conversation which we trotted through. It was more a form of ritual than a conversation. But then most conversations rehearse the same subjects. When I meet up again with a friend after a couple of months it will be the same stuff, though with some advance in the storyline. In this they are more like soap operas. The same themes and characters reaffirmed to lock you in but with a new segment of evolution. For example: United have had a couple of victories since last time; maybe they’ve turned the corner. Or else, how did it go in the 11+ exam for young Sammy? There are new entries. The three or four conversations all move on by a square in the board game of life: United; kids; work. Who knows? Maybe a new plot line will surface. With my dad we were stuck on the same square.  In the board game it would be where you have to miss a go, or, as far as conversations with my dad were concerned, miss all your go’s. We would be forever stuck on  Bow Street and the Chance card would have said you have neglected to pay your income tax, stay here in Bow Street forever and never throw another dice. That’s tragic, of course, but also comic. We are made to spend our lives at Bow Street. You cannot advance from there, so you have to improvise an elaborate and courtly dance within the perimeter, a weird gavotte. At least you get to explore a new trope. With people who don’t have dementia there are no explorations. It is the same leaden-footed hoofing. People don’t like taking too many risks in their conversation. If you’re lucky you might get on to Vine Street, but there’s not much passing go.

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1 march: funny jobs

My friend Chris got a job a few weeks ago. He’d been sniffing around for one for a time. Freelance work wasn’t reliable enough. I remember I realised the same thing years ago. He explained his new job to me but I didn’t quite understand it. I thought I’ll get the gist as we go along. It’s an engineering/architectural firm that works with older buldings, sometimes of historical interest, repairing and renovating. Chris, as I understood it, as an art historian, was to be a kind of consultant on art and historical matters. He says he manages the gallery where they don’t really do any exhibitions. I think he said he makes the other workers fill in documents about the work they’re doing. Is he a kind of documentalist? I don’t know. One, not unconsiderable, thing he is doing is adding to the culture in the workplace.

People have funny jobs sometimes. There are jobs where you are the resident storyteller, which doesn’t mean you tell everyone nice stories as they get on with their day’s work. I’m not quite sure what it means, but I suspect the main function is to break the uniformity of the culture.. Of course, many years ago when I worked in France, I had probably the strangest job. Three of us would go into companies around France and work with a group from the company, (say, the director. the head of sales, the director’s secretary, a couple of people off the shop floor, someone from marketing). We’d make them sit on a rug while wearing a variety of masks and go through an exercise based on Artaud’s Theatre of Cruelty, Moreno’s psychodrama and Grotowski’s ideas on spontaneous expression every morning for a week. There was a lot of theory we went over back at the Paris headquarters of CESDEL (Centre d’Expression Spontanee Dramaturgique et Linguistique). What we did was a method based on a methodology, not a mere procedure. The word procedure was only uttered with disdain. Dramaturgy was the investment of time and space, whch we tried to bring into the method, especially in the the triangle of space and time elements. We got into a lather about all this stuff. Of course, there was a lot of money in in-house training in France in those days and some companies were up for the latest methods. And, to tell you the truth, it taught me a lot. In the years of teaching that have followed, I have never worried about preparing lessons. If you are not working material through with students spontaneously, it’s dead meat. It’s not a method!

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