The Nature Theater of Oklahoma

Fall                                                            Harvest Moon

Just back from the Walker and the Nature Theater of Oklahoma’s unusual theatre piece. As improbable as it may sound, the entire presentation consists of a single phone call in which one of the company members began to tell her life story.  The theater, which gets its name from a Franz Kafka quote in Amerika, has now produced five complete theater pieces which continue this method, that is, each one is a further phone call transcribed and each one represents a continuing part of the same woman’s story.

The piece is 3 1/2 hours long.   The script, or better, the book, because this is a musical, does not change the transcription at all.  Every uh, um, yeah and wait is in it.  And it is all sung.

It affected me on several levels, the most obvious its evocation of childhood and what it was like to remember things from the perspective of a child.  The Nature Theater uses what they call extreme movement, a form of dance that is difficult to describe, but it has the effect of enhancing and expressing emotional content.  The libretto or whatever you would call it is a wonder, giving musical expression to the ums and the yeahs as much as the story lines about her father, the silent strong person or the time she jumped off a fixture in the front yard with a home made parachute.

Both men and women perform, coming on and off the stage at intervals that did not make a lot of sense to me, but they seemed to work dramatically.  Both men and women sing, too, so sometimes the words of a young girl have a bearded bald man giving them voice.

Worth seeing if you have the chance.

What I Learned in Seminary

Fall                                                                         Harvest Moon

A fascinating journey into Loki scholarship and through it into international scholarship on folklore has made me blink more than once in its equivalency to the methods of biblical scholarship I learned in seminary.  First, there is textual criticism.  That is, did this instance of a Loki tale originate in an Old Norse tale or a broader European context?  If it originated in an Old Norse tale we imagine it may accurately reflect the actual sentiment toward Loki held by those who followed the old Norse faith.

However.  Even if it originated in an Old Norse folktale, does it have antecedents in either nearby folkloric material, especially Celtic since the Norsemen conquered and occupied Ireland, or in traditions from a larger ambit, say Greek or Roman mythology?  To the extent the story reflects Greco-Roman or Celtic material it cannot be said with confidence to reflect the view of the ancient Norse.

Here’s an example.  There is, in a tale in which Loki, traveling, takes a staff to a large eagle, really a giant named Thjassi in animal form.  The staff sticks to Thjassi and Loki to the staff through the giant’s magic.  In return for his release Loki agrees to get Idunna and her apples for the giant.

(Edward Burne Jones the_garden_of_hesperides_1870)

Once released Loki goes to Idunna and tells her he’s seen better apples in the forest.  She wonders at this, gathers her apples for comparison and leaves Asgard with Loki.  When she does, Thjassi in his eagle form swoops down and gathers her up.

Without Idunna’s apples the gods and goddesses of Asgard wrinkle and turn gray, beginning to grow old.

There’s more, but there’s enough here to make the point.  Here’s a paragraph from Wiki on the Garden of the Hesperides:

The Garden of the Hesperides, Atlas’ daughters, was Hera‘s orchard in the far western corner of the world, where either a single tree or a grove of trees bearing immortality-giving golden apples grew. Hera placed in the garden a never-sleeping, hundred-headed dragon (named Ladon) as an additional safeguard. The 11th Labor of Hercules was to steal the golden apples from the garden. He stole the apples by asking Atlas to steal the apples and in return he would hold up the sky for him. After Atlas picked the apples Hercules asked Atlas to hold up the sky for him while he made a pad of the lion skin. He never took back his job of holding up the sky and ran away.

So this Loki story recapitulates a Greek story about the hero Hercules.  Not likely to be a source of good information about Loki and the ancient Norse faith.

Here’s one other thing I’ve relearned in this foray.  Folklorists have a numbered system for the appearance of story types.  In the myth of Baldr, after he dies from an arrow made of mistletoe, an attempt is made to bring him back from Niflheim, the realm of Hel, Loki’s monstrous daughter.   In the Aarne-Thompson system of folklore classification this is a 931, in essence a variation on the story of Orpheus.

I Like Getting Old. Patti Smith

Fall                                                                     Harvest Moon

Something’s happening here.  What it is is not exactly clear.  At the end of this gardening year I feel like I’ve finally gotten it.  That is, I believe I now understand how to grow fruits and vegetables in quantity and of high food value. As Kate said, moving her hand in a low but upward swoop,  “Sometimes the learning curve is long.”  And it has been.  Over 20+ years.  Today though I feel good about my gardening skill.

On the writing front I’ve rounded up several agents to query when Missing comes back from its beta readers and has gone through the copy editing process.  I’m deep in the research phase for Loki’s Children, focused right now on the text, Loki in Scandinavian Mythology.  No matter how all this turns out in the matter of publication, I’ve let the inner and outer censors go.  I don’t know how or why, but I freed them and they left.  So now the process is all good.  Research.  Critique.  Feedback.  Submission.  Writing.  All good.

The MOOC’s have retaught me a valuable lesson.  When I’m engaged in scholarship, I’m happy, in my element.  I hit flow most often while learning.  That means the work with Ovid, which begins again on October 4th, is another chunk of the same.  Happiness is a warm book.

Last night I had a dream in which a person ridiculed me for not being spontaneous, being disciplined to a fault.  It bothered me as I slowly rose to consciousness this morning.  Am I so focused on a few things that I’m missing life?  Has my willingness to change directions, chart a new path receded?  Been suppressed by all this?

No.  I don’t think so.  But I’m open to other perspectives.  To me my life is full, rich.  There are friends and family whom I see or communicate with regularly.  There is a creative life partnership with Kate here.  The dogs alone provide many spontaneous moments because dogs live only in the now.  In the past I have initiated change in the world through political action.  Now the action is more at home and in the family.  Seems just right for the third phase.