Place-ing a Poetic Gesture: Celebrating Community Engagement-as-Activism
Performance is increasingly challenging the dictionary definition of activism as being solely “the policy or action of using vigorous campaigning to bring about political or social change” (OAD), upsetting the often-implied elements of confrontation exercised with the term. Performance is reminding us that ‘activism’ might not begin with igniting change, but rather, with celebrating ‘what is’: operating as a building block for cohesion, marking polyvocality, pluralism and diversity. Activism, in this sense, can equally be defined as widespread community engagement.
In this vein: on one small, 350 peopled, relatively remote, entirely off-the-grid island, off the west coast of Canada, such a performance project occurred. Performing the Ecology of Place: Embodying an Eco-Cultural ‘Living History’ on Lasqueti Island/Xwe’etay involved the creation of a one-time cross-generational, outdoor, community performance event that endeavored to allow for a deeper understanding of the local relationships to place and the eco-cultural web in existence on the unique island of Lasqueti/Xwe’etay (April 2013). The project hoped to elucidate Dr. David Abram’s visionary statement:
The singular magic of a place is evident from what happens there, from what befalls oneself or others when in its vicinity. To tell of such events is implicitly to tell of the particular power of that site, and indeed to participate in its expressive potency (Spell, 182[i]).
The multi-month project, which I facilitated, was not dubbed ‘activist’ or an act of ‘activism’ at any point during the process…but what transpired could be described as nothing else, in my mind. With participants and performers ranging in age from 3 to over 70, the performance unfolded as an exquisite honouring and reminder of the place and the people that are the very shape-shifting definers of this geographically-contained space.
The activism was the place-ing by a community: the myriad of voices (both past and present) forming a gestural pastiche, igniting reciprocity. Vignettes of perspectives were threaded together, forming a full two hours of saturated space…
which I try to capture here, in a performative poetic gesture activated by one community’s engagement in an active process:
and so she called
“all aboard”
toted through ferry-madness
the names of a community
held together in space
in place
for all the hear, for all the be here
present as the circle is opened
cast wide through expansive direction(s)
earth, air, fire, water
below and all around
stories surround
eagle high a top
old growth tree and juniper-nestled
trickster raven recall
the poetry
their inter-species ventriloquism
usher in students from the past
swinging on history’s branches in
maple grove –
this is I-T-E-U-Q-S-A-L
Y-A-T-E-‘-E-W-X
where invading pirates land
boats taking on water
emerging drunk from the row
forgetting their quest for rumored treasure
leaving poster of their 1913 leader
beneath wet floorboards
they set to pillage for women
burly-man-in-woman’s-blouse
about to make off with unsuspecting local
dame, is stopped mid-swoop, by his
sword-carrying, ransacking comrade:
‘wait, that’s my mum’
taunting tubas intervene, in a show-(down)
staging three generations of one family
through bolting brassica grace, the rogues
make off only with ‘jake’
pink-sparkle tailed feral lamb
saxophones, trombones and
trumpets secure the peace…
& quiet (as the camouflaged ‘plants’
nestled into bluff ‘give thanks’) through
stoned labyrinth
lasquetia and little people walk through, as
horse-logging taxis
bare-back the witnessing of an
ever-moving post office…
there must be rules to all of this,
sung and ‘rap’ped in
plastic bags
welcome to lasqueti
where’s the bar?
blue-in-the-face we wait for
gas til Monday
this is reason enough to declare a
world war
armed with driftwood
and oyster shell
32 enlist
four year olds are employed to drive the first
highways truck
headlamps are delivered by the three year old
power company official
everyone else is otherwise occupied
sipping local moonshine in the
noisy pirate grotto, while
three little lasqueti lambs
quest to find their mother
(now burnt beyond a recognizable
crisp, equally forgotten by
‘overseeing’ pirates)
perhaps the wood-splitting wwoofer could
prepare something for the feast, stepping out from
bear/wolf/cougar…dog stalked plywood/log/cob
home –
to be wrapped up in one community’s
knitted blanket of
care…
that presents and that ‘speaks’ through
every ‘disability’
guitars, banjos, drumkits and
xylophone cannot coax the
xylem of the
back-to-the-landers’ voices to
flow any stronger
but through this ‘recipe’
one woman
“inserted into the middle
comes out muddy and
grateful[ii]”…
Eagle-Eye View of ‘Performing the Ecology of Place’
***A more detailed articulation of the philosophy, process, and substance of this community-wide event, I would gladly love to elaborate on…looping it back into the context of gestural local activism and animism!
Sorry…photo did not upload properly!