Vow
Produced by Printable Reality’s page2stage programme
Performed at Ironbar Café, 150 Karangahape Road, Auckland
25 February to 27 February 2015 at 7.00pm
The marketing for this unique, choreographed, spoken word production tells us that we’re about to experience ‘words of women wound through history and myth. Women who are wives, who do not know what they have and hold. Women who are not warriors but are no less at war.’
Stylistically it’s like that too, it’s lyrical, painfully beautiful, intense and intelligent. I had a most enjoyable 40 minutes listening to some of the best feminist poetry I’ve heard since the 1970’s and watching some charming if, at times, somewhat earnest performances. I don’t mind ‘earnest’ and, if it’s not self-indulgent and this isn’t, it can be immensely appealing especially if, like this, it’s extremely intelligent, connected work.
Having checked iTicket and ascertained an 8pm start time we – my spouse, son and myself – arrived at the Ironbar Café at 7.30pm with the idea of having a pizza and smoothie before the show. Whoops! iTicket was wrong and the show started with a live music set at 7.00pm. Hastily ordered vegetarian pizza – particularly yummy – and apple smoothie – uber healthy – and we’re through to the performance space called, interestingly, Biz Dojo. Being martial artists we feel instantly at home, though that might just be the full house seated on cushions, beer crates and random chairs and eating their pizzas off giant cable reels turned on their sides and doubling as tables.
The music set is by tonight’s guest, the extraordinarily talented singer/songwriter Yasamin. Born in Baghdad she moved to New Zealand at age eleven and purchased her first guitar at thirteen. She’s a science graduate from the University of Auckland after which she attended the Nelson School of Music. She’s recorded an album and in the throes of recording a second. I regret not chasing her down the road to get a copy of ‘Chasing Melodies’ because I’m sure it’s a wee cracker. Oh well, another time …
Yasamin Al-Tiay
Desperately seeking a comparison – odious, I know – so you’ll get what I mean, I dredge the archives to come up with Suzanne Vega and, perhaps a more contemporary illustration, Regina Spektor. Actually, though I like Vega and Spektor, I find Yasamin’s voice and lyrics more pleasing and I get to hear four delicious silky songs before she winds up her set.
There’s a 10 minute break at 7.50pm before the main part of the evening begins and we’re treated to a taster of what’s to come, a brief snippet where language overlaps itself and we’re made aware that later, the acoustic may well be a challenge.
After the break and an opportunity for the largely young – 20’s to 30’s – audience to give koha to support this otherwise free show, we get to experience ‘Vow’. The groups Facebook page tells us that this is ‘a year’s development work in Printable Reality’s page2stage programme’ and that ‘writer/performers Maria Ji & Hannah Rose Owen-Wright (performing with Kiran Foster, Joni Nelson, & Marianne Villanueva) each bring recreated stories of violence and love, ancient tales given new tongues, of women who are wives, and of who and how they have loved.’
I’m reminded of the wealth of both talent and variety I’ve been able to experience during this Auckland Fringe and this is clearly up there with the best of them. It’s performed poetry, a rarefied form which performance-poet-of another-genre Matthew Harvey informed us earlier in the festival no-one wants to go to see. I keep hoping he’s wrong because the heightened language and intensified performance delivery offer a dimension to our emotional understanding of life, the universe and the vagaries of fate that’s usually the domain of opera alone. I’m reminded of the feminist poetry readings of the 60’s and 70’s, the joyous, hippie-like events of wonder dressed in diaphanous draperies that some of us loved so much. This is edgier though and leaves a different, tarter, taste in the mouth. I must say I like that too.
Hannah Rose Owen-Wright and three excellent support artists present [EM]BEDDED/BODIED which has already seen a season at TAPAC, as has the second work, and is soon to be taken overseas. Mentored by the experienced Raewyn Alexander, on the surface it’s polished and elegant but the text is torn and tortured, a horror the like of which lies at the heart of every transperson who has ever dared to ‘pass’ and tried to love. The central character, arms wrapped in bloodied bandages, performs a beautifully exposed narrative that contains a heart-breaking ‘I have nothing to give you’ and ends with a fatalistic ‘and I love you’. What is, fleetingly, a powerful heteronormative account with ‘Game of Thrones’ overtones, becomes something quite other and I am stopped in my tracks. There are delicious ritualised moments and the whole is at once satisfying and disturbing.
Hannah Rose Owen-Wright
Next, an epic triptych by Maria Ji, is anchored in legends from Brittany, Greece and the bible. The first – ‘Fourth Wife’ – is loosely based on the mythical Bretton wife-murderer Bluebeard (La Barbe bleue). We are reminded that ’love is not a rescue mission, love is not a favour’ as wife number four cleverly works to sustain her mortality.
Jessica Stubbing as Fourth Wife; Lucas Haugh as Bluebeard
In this and the following piece which channels Persephone, the maiden queen of the underworld who is forced to spend part of each year below decks with the god who kidnapped and raped her, great choreographic – and metaphoric – value is achieved by the use of long strips of white cotton fabric which is one moment a shroud, the next a dress and even, at times, a means to evade. Again, it’s immensely powerful with lines such as ‘on the day that he was born his mother sewed the bodies of bees to his lips’ ensuring our focus is always exactly where the writer wants it to be.
The final segment of Ji’s excellent work is SLANT, is sung by the writer herself and has its source in the biblical story, found in Judges 16, of Samson and Delilah. Ji sings much of the song behind a screen of hanging rope which seems to replicate Samson’s hair and the ropes and bowstrings that Delilah binds him with. ‘I carve your face into a coral reef’ grabs our attention, just one of the fabulous lines that litter the evening. The bible story is a bizarre amalgam of deceit, dishonesty, lies and sexual sin that culminates in God forgiving Samson and returning his strength which Samson immediately uses to bring down pagan the Temple of Dagon t hus killing many thousands of Philistines, and, ironically, himself as well. God works, after all, in mysterious ways. Ji’s narrative is, fortunately, much more economic – and enjoyable – even if the content is no less anguished. She has the most magical Gauloises and whisky voice firmly anchored in cabaret and she delivers her lyric with all the lithe panache of a Brel or a Piaf. It’s mature, rich and beautifully performed and, despite the excellence of Natalie Hugill’s mentorship and a classy restaging by Charlotte West, Ji makes it her own and it’s a truly class act to end with. She is accompanied by a handsome but nameless young man whose contribution, I hope, earns him a serious backstage hug.
Maria Ji
It’s a rare thing, an unashamedly feminist performance poetry show, but these women (and a couple of blokes with, may I say this, ‘small parts’) perform like it’s a mainstream genre, with confidence and that hint of arrogance that comes from a sincerely held belief in their work.
It’s a luxurious 40 minutes worth and I’d have liked one more piece to be fully satisfied. But then, I’m greedy, and they left me wanting more so who can complain about that? Not this happy customer, that’s for sure.
dykiegirl 