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M. Butterfly Response

M. Butterfly, I found, is a play that examines the human psyche and self-discovery.  It was a very shocking production, even though I had knowledge of the play beforehand.  Two aspects of the play intrigued me greatly:

Set Design and Acting—  The design was peculiar.  The stage was relatively small, yet the props took up very little room.  This allowed the play to switch scenes quickly, which I found fitting because the story was narrated through the main character’s soliloquies.  When he needed to fast-forward his story, or merely changed his thought, the stage went dark and, within seconds, a new scene was presented.  I was really impressed by how quickly the stage crew was able to transform the scenes.  It gave the production a cinematic feel, as if I were watching a movie; this is something I haven’t seen in most plays.  Often times a production will stick with a constant background; this play had little (maybe 2 or 3) repeated scenes, which I found fascinating.  The actors, too, intrigued me, as they had to change their clothing quickly.  The actors also had to change their moods and style of speaking in an instant if they were in consecutive scenes; it was all very impressive.  Another aspect of the play’s acting that I really enjoyed was 1) their consistent humor throughout the play and 2) their breaking of the fourth wall.  Perhaps even more shocking than the play’s finale was how hilariously witty it was.  I didn’t expect so many jokes!  The actors also “broke the fourth wall” all throughout the play.  Because Rene- the protagonist- was telling the audience the story of Madame Butterfly, it allowed for further interaction between the actors and the audience.  In a later scene, Rene’s friend Mark jokingly tried to flirt with an audience member, combining the intrigue of humor and fourth-wall breaking.

African Burial Ground…Part 2

During our second visit to the African Burial Ground in Lower Manhattan, my group and I focused on different aspects of the site from last time.  For example, we examined a map of the burial ground carved into the monument, which showed us that the burial ground is a lot more extensive than we believed.  I read that the remains of these Africans extended over 5 city blocks!  It was depressing to us that none of us, and probably most Manhattanites, had ever realized that every time we get off the 6 train at City Hall, we are literally walking over thousands of remains.  Below the streets of Duane and Broadway is essentially a giant cemetery, holding the bones and possessions of the ancestors of one of New York’s largest ethnic groups.

After filming and recording, my group and I decided to walk around the site again.  We each explored the site individually.  I noticed there was a circular ramp which leads viewers into and out of the monument, with a wall curled around it.  On this wall was a series of symbols, most of which I didn’t recognize.  I came across one particular symbol, which was shaped like an uneven spiral, hypnotically curling from the center outward.  I asked a nearby tour guide about the symbol’s meaning, who told us that it was an icon symbolizing the Africans’ long, harrowing, and unpredictable journey to the New World.  I immediately thought about how profound that was, and I instantly understood the meaning of the symbol, even though I have no African roots.  I felt more emotionally connected to the site, and experienced its aesthetics more than I did last time around.  I definitely plan on revisiting!

Buried Child Response

The 1996 production of Sam Shepard’s play, Buried Child, is certainly a shocking one.  The production reels in the audience, as it portrays a somewhat-realistic living room inside a house with a family.  The stage is set up with dim lighting and old, rundown furniture, as the setting of the production is in a poor, rural household in the 1970s.  This is evident through details; the couch is worn-out with cotton sticking out and the blanket on top has holes.  The play’s employment of realistic detail and intimate lighting really lures the audience in to a dark production.  While the setting of the play may seem grim, the themes and characters of the play are even darker.

The 1970s was a decade of recession in the United States, particularly affecting rural homes.  Clearly, this family was affected, as it seems to have low financial status and doesn’t take care of its home. The American Dream is a concept that in America, it is possible to achieve anything you want and make as much money as you’d like, as long as you work hard an maintain a strong work ethic.  One theme of the production was how this family gave up on this dream.  The play begins with Dodge and Halie literally screaming at each other from different rooms, though they are not fighting.  Halie is seen doing this all throughout the play.  She yells at every character (most of them her own children), yet presumes that the entire family is psychotic while she is the only sane one.  Dodge is then seen drinking from a flask that he attempts to hide.  It’s pretty clear that Dodge is an alcoholic and doesn’t do much besides sleep and sulk on his couch all day.  Within the first ten minutes of the play, the audience sees that the patriarch and matriarch of the family are mentally unwell and have constructed a fairly dysfunctional household.

Throughout the production it becomes more and more evident that this family has moved away from the traditional American family.  The father figure, Dodge, is not fulfilling his duties as patriarch; he sits and drinks and does not go out to provide for his family as the American Dream requires.  And, it’s inferred that Halie is having an affair with the local church reverend!  The traditional American family holds religious values; this family shatters these values.  It is even implied that Halie had an incestuous experience with Tilden, their son, which in turn produced Halie’s grandson/son.  Tilden (who also appears mentally unstable), seems to take care of Dodge, even though– in a traditional family– the father tends to care for the son.  Although he’s bullied by the family throughout the play, Tilden yearns for approval and love following the death of his son, whom Dodge murdered.  He brings in corn from the field, which Dodge claims was stolen since he hasn’t grown crops there for years– another sign that he doesn’t provide for the family.

Watching the production was far different from reading Shepard’s play, though the themes remain constant.  The detail such as the tattered cloths, furniture, and intimate lighting is something I wouldn’t paid attention to as I read the play.  Buried Child is both a shocking and depressing production, with dark twists and surprises in every scene.  It shows the downfall of the American Dream in a particular family, a theme best portrayed in a theater rather than on paper.

Visiting the African Burial Ground

Last week my group and I visited the African Burial Ground.  Located in lower Manhattan near the Civic Center, the African Burial Ground is a monument made of stone that was built on top of an actual burial ground for Africans who were brought to New — enslaved or not– in the 16th and 17th centuries.  Just hundreds of feet below lies thousands of bones and makeshift caskets, giving the monument and space around it an aura of seriousness, sadness, and respect.

My picture includes one side of the main monument, which was shaped in an awkward, triangular way.  I learned that the monument was meant to resemble a capsized ship, similar to the ones that brought chained Africans to the new world.  “The ship is upside down,” said a nearby tour guide, “that way, when all the people’s souls rise up they will rise into the ship and sail away together.”  It was moving to see how even such little features of the site have monumental meaning.

My picture also includes a poem and a symbol next to it:  

For all those who were lost; For all those that were stolen; For all those who were left behind; For all those who were not forgotten.

The poem clearly captures the essence of the site.  It explains the monuments function; to memorialize the countless Africans that died in the New World, even if it can’t commemorate specific people.  Africans were mostly slaves, and when they died people tended not to feel as compassionate.  Many were “lost” or “forgotten” along the way, or were buried in such a way that archaeologists could not identify the type of person.  Enslaved or free, young or old, male or female this site commemorates every suffering soul that was lost during the times of the slave trade.  The symbol adjacent to the poem is heart-shaped, and it symbolizes the lesson: “learn from your past, but look to the future.”  This is an adage many Africans of that time took to heart.  It was a symbol of hope; that things might actually get better for them one day.  The burial ground showed dozens of other symbols, but this one was carved into the main monument, as it is the most important and most fitting of them all.

Human Anatomy and The High Line

When I returned to the High Line for a second time, I came upon this sculpture that I hadn’t spotted the first time around.  Before reading the plaque, I immediately noted its similarity to a human hand.  I took a picture because this grabbed my attention; what was it about the High Line- or even that spot at the High Line- that had anything to do with human anatomy?  I soon recognized that the sculpture was located towards the beginning (or end) of the public park, adjacent to 14th St and 10th Ave.  A hand is an extremity of the human body, located at the very ends of our arms, so this sculpture’s placement actually seemed fitting.  Unlike a human hand, however, the sculpture’s “fingers” are unusually linear.  I noticed they’re near-perfectly straight lines.  This reminded me of the linear wooden boards that make up The High Line’s walkway.  The walking path is not made of concrete, nor is it made of one giant wooden plank.  Instead, the walkway consists of multiple linear boards, with space in between them, just like the fingers on a hand.  I felt the straight lines also resembled the train tracks on which the High Line was founded.

When I first walked by this piece, I almost didn’t realize it was a part of the park and that it was meant to be art.  I thought it might’ve been part of some construction work (the fingers resembled construction tubes or beams).  Also, the color of the hand is white, giving it a natural presence to the viewer.  It’s a soothing, calming color that actually resembles the color of clouds or parts of nature.  This is another reason I wasn’t sure the sculpture was meant to be art.

But this wasn’t enough for me.  I still had to know what it was about a hand that made this sculpture an important part of The High Line?  Then I recalled something Professor Gillespie mentioned in class: “…you don’t see art, you experience it.”  If one is supposed to “experience” art, one needs to utilize one or more of his five senses.  A hand is used for touching or feeling, one of humans’ five senses.  I came to the conclusion that this sculpture bolsters the theme of the High Line as a whole.  Don’t just view The High Line.  Feel the High Line, observe it closely, and even give it a sniff or two if you have to.  Juana Manna’s sculpture Amulet is a constant reminder to experience all the art that is The High Line.

Comments by Jack

"I also noticed how some of Rene's scenes were so small, they looked like cells. I think it's almost metaphorical as it's told from Gallimard's perspective. His relationship with Madame Butterfly was secretive and isolated from society, which was captured by the tiny room set up on stage when they were together. I also appreciated Jin Ha's marvelous portrayal of Butterfly. I really did think he was a woman at a point; you can only truly appreciate the subtleties in his acting until the courtroom scene. As they begin addressing Butterfly as a man, I suddenly noticed a voice change that was all too subtle. It made the audience better understand how Gallimard was fooled for so long. A tragic ending, the play's finale left me feeling devastated for Gallimard, who seemed psychologically confused about his life."
--( posted on Nov 22, 2017, commenting on the post M. Butterfly )
 
"Cool picture! It's so cool how thousands of people continue to use the tramway for commuting and not just tourism. While the tram does help riders escape the loud and exciting aura that is New York City, it simultaneously connects them to the city. I think this photo is a perfect depiction of how New York offers everything: hustle and bustle in the streets, with a beautiful getaway scene right above."
--( posted on Oct 23, 2017, commenting on the post Through the sky )