Mythopoeia

Janus

Lately I’ve been thinking about the old days. And by the old days, I mean partly Classical Greece, but also my college days. There’s a connection y’see. I went to school in a private liberal arts college in the Pioneer Valley, western Massachusetts. I still inhabit the area today. It was a wacky school, where there were no grades, no course requirements, and people could major in frisbee. Lately I feel like a lot of people around me have been expressing negative opinions of private schools, and college education in general. While my general feeling is that state or government schools should be able to have the freedom to try more experimental methods, available to everyone, I see where folks are coming from.

It’s expensive, really expensive. I’m still in debt (and I know I’m not alone in that), and my bachelor of arts in theater doesn’t have the widest range of applications on the job market. Would I do it all again? Yes, in a heartbeat! College, to me, is all about two things (maybe three). The first is earning your very valuable piece of paper, which without (even though it is a bachelor of arts degree) I would have had considerable trouble finding decent work. The second, and much more important part in my opinion, is personal growth and learning for it’s own sake. There are a crazy amount of opportunities you can gain access to through higher education, mainly in the form of knowledgeable, unique, fascinating people that you likely wouldn’t meet otherwise. An actual college or university also has incredible resources, in the form of books, other media, or training. The connections you form (basically the third thing) can also serve you well later on. I’ve found that knowing the right people can be just as useful, if not more so, than having the right training or degree.

All of this is true to a certain extent with more affordable options like community college. I love community college, and I feel like I was encouraged to work harder and smarter in CC than anywhere else. But it also felt like it was about career building more than anything else, and to some extent it was more socially isolating. Maybe it was because I was usually the youngest person in my classes.

ANYWAY, I’m going off topic with this post. I’m really proud of the work I did in undergrad, and I hope to return to the dramatic arts sometime soon. I was a theater major, but Hampshire College is an interdisciplinary sort of place, and you’re encouraged to mix and match to create your own majors. I mostly was into acting and writing, with a little directing and set design near the end. I started on traditional playwriting, and then started moving towards monologue, physical theater, and something that could be described as “performative ensemble memoir” (I never called it that while I was working on it).

For inspiration, I turned to the myths and legends of old. Greek, Norse, Mayan, Indian, anything I could get my hands on. Study of the humanities, ancient epics, mythological cycles, and how the human race has used those stories in their art, that became the other part of my major. I decided to tell stories of my childhood and teenage years, and juxtapose them with ancient narratives. I was using stories from all over the world to create my own personal mythology, a mythopoeia. The terrifying nights of early childhood were a mirror to the tale of Orpheus, and my teenage struggles with depression and anxiety were placed beside Arjuna on the eve of his great battle.

I spent months writing the script, work-shopping it, gathering actors for an ensemble, directing, rehearsing, stressing. The experience was, honestly, life-changing, and I don’t believe it would have happened had I not made the decision to go to college. I struggled with my doubts, anxieties, and my fluctuating self-esteem, but in the end the production was a roaring success. I performed the show several times over the course of a weekend, and the response was very positive. Whenever I have doubts about my creative self, or if I ever feel like things are going stagnant, I can always look back on that time with pride. I’ve included a small excerpt from the performance.

(link currently broken, sorry)

Part of what made the show a little different was the way I used the ensemble. They had a kind of fluid role, playing different members of my family, mythological characters, kids from school, and so on. It was a “one man ensemble show,” where I was there to tell the story, but was frequently interrupted by these other characters, or otherwise separate from them. I got this idea from the play “Well” by Lisa Kron, where her mother keeps breaking into her monologue. Another major inspiration was the play Eurydice by Sarah Ruhl (one of my favorite playwrights ever). Here she takes a myth and makes it her own, keeping the characters, but inserting her own deeply personal story about her and her father. I was lucky enough to see it performed, but only after I finished my play.

Anyway, that’s enough reminiscing I think. I should be using this time to write some new plays! Until next time!

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