Thursday, December 31, 2015

Prayers for a Stranger


May all of my family and friends who need miracles be blessed. 

May whoever is feeling weak be given strength.

May all of those who carry heavy burdens have their load lightened. ~ Nani Thakuri

Sometimes blessings are needed for those who are not in our day to day lives; distant relatives, long ago friends, and even complete strangers. 

These, alongside those nearest and dearest to our hearts, are no less deserving or worthy of our kindness and prayers of support. Each is, after all, human and deserving of whatever light and love we can send.

So I do...with fervor.  May you experience miracles, may you find stamina when you believe you will collapse, may the burdens you carry be lightened and, in time, eliminated. ~Mk Michaels

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Agreeing to Disagree...respectfully


I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend. ~ Thomas Jefferson to William Hamilton, April 22, 1800

It seems that political and social divisiveness has run particularly rampant lately (reference the recent ‘Who has liked Donald Trump’s page’ applet.)  At times is ugly, quite ugly.  Folks are fighting in open posts, de-friending one another, and, as I say it, using Facebook as a weapon.  Are we really this immature as a culture?

While there are some acquaintances I have distanced myself from due to their negativity or toxicity in life, I have many friends with whom I simply agree to disagree.  In this, are there moments in which my hackles are raised by a comment which is not in alignment with my belief system?  Certainly.  Do I lose sight of the fact that we have more in common than we don’t have in common?  Absolutely not.  In reality, the only person with whom I am in complete and utter agreement is me…and some days even that may be questionable. 

For me, friendship is based in a shared mutual respect and part of that is the belief that the other person has a right to his/her own opinions whether or not they align with mine.  As a self professed flaming liberal I have friends who run the gamut from liberal to conservative.  As long as we maintain the foundation of respect, even when we disagree, we can remain friends.  Sure I get tweaked once in a while by something which doesn’t match my belief system, but unless there is true malice afoot, I am a loyal and supportive friend.  For all my platitudes, don’t be fooled though - given the right circumstances, a friendly debate, and a couple glasses of wine, I will still attempt to bring you to my side of an issue...respectfully. ~ Mk Michaels

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Rewards of Toil


The highest reward for a person's toil is not what they get for it, but what they become by it.
-  John Ruskin

In my lifetime, I have planted many gardens; some filled with flowers, fruits, other flora and the occasional fauna.  Other gardens were metaphorical in nature.  Here’s the thing about gardens, for me at least – when I plant one I never know if I will be around to enjoy the fruits of my labor.  Quite often and particularly with gardens of the metaphorical variety, I am not around when they come into their glory.  In this, the point of a garden is not the end result, rather the process.  It is the realizations which come as I sink a shovel into the rich soil cultivated over the years by improving it with fallen leaves, compost, and other natural fertilizers which enrich the hard Georgia clay.  It is the process of having seen the brick hard red turn to fertile brown over the years, each soil amendment adding its own contribution. It is the knowledge that every seed, plant, and transplant is an act of faith which may come into bloom…or not.  It is the belief that for all my attempts to control how and where plants flourish; the garden will take the form it is meant to in the end.  Wild, unruly, and, largely, uncontrollable ~ this is my garden and I love it.

Such is my life as well, for as much as I would like to believe I was in charge, I simply cannot control events or outcomes.  The control freak in me detests this reality, but the part of me that strives to surrender to Life’s will appreciates that my garden is a constant reminder of just how little control I have.  I am thankful for the gentle nudging my garden provides to let go and let life take the form it is intended to take.  I am grateful for the comings and goings of those who have influenced my world and from whom I learned valuable lessons, both painful and glorious.  I am far better for having planted these many gardens for in my garden as in my life, it is never about ‘what I get’ rather ‘who I become’ in the process of my toils. ~ Mk Michaels

Puzzling


Bits of her, pieces of she,
parts of all,
a carefully selected mosaic
comprising the perfect lover.
 
The composite, were it possible, would be spectacular
but the whole of the prior parts
was lacking.

Some puzzles,
those we grant access
to our inner chambers for example,
are decidedly more challenging than others.

~ Mk Michaels, 2015

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Review ~ Agamemnon at Syracuse


The Agamemnon of Aeschylus
Department of Drama at Syracuse VPA, Syracuse University
November 6 – November 15, 2016
 
Upon arriving at the theater, the audience is confronted, yes confronted, by a stage and set which can only be described as awe-inspiring; marble, wood, and metal converge in a scenic presentation of a Grecian palace of epic proportions.  Towers of fire on both sides of the stage further enhance the overall visual effect. This is the audience’s first experience in the Syracuse VPA production of Agamemnon but much more is to come.  The production is a provocative tour through the senses; sight, sound, smell, and for those who allow complete suspension of disbelief, the taste of blood.  Agamemnon, produced in 485 B.C. in Athens, is one of Aeschylus’s greatest tragedies from the Oresteia trilogy.   The classic play is one of depth, human frailty in the face of meddling Gods, difficult sacrifices believed to be for the greater good, the greatest of betrayals, and, ultimately, vengeance…if only for a time.
 
At the curtain, lights dim, live music and drums swell, and one becomes aware of the scent of ceremonial incense.  A cleansing of the stage ensues in preparation for one of the most powerful sensorial productions ever seen on this stage.  Seamlessly integrated lighting dances across a formidable set.  Colorfully textured costumes swirl and undulate across a marble floor.  Ceremonial masks cover human faces that prelude as the Greek chorus eloquently foretells of the tragedies to come.  Actors who materially transformed their physical appearances for the play’s run are conduits for characters created centuries before.  Juxtaposed choreography, is both primitive and elegant, adds depth to an already rich production. Live music and drums provide context and passion to the victories and tragedies that are Agamemnon.

Rodney Hudson, Director and Professor in the Department of Drama at Syracuse University said “We all have an idea of what it must be like to lose a daughter, go to war, and to want vengeance.  I want to capture a primal quality of theater and offer an opportunity to connect with a deeper level of acting, and also of our being.”  Mr. Hudson not only delivers his vision, but virtually overwhelms his audience in his creation of Agamemnon.  In the wake of the production, the audience wanders back to ancient Greece to revisit the effects, impact, and experience of Agamemnon.  Hudson directs Agamemnon in a highly visual way, conveying a series of captivating and tactile pictures, integrating numerous cultural references which are woven into the universal story of Aeschylus' play.

At the play’s outset, a night signal of fire portends the return of Agamemnon from a decade of war in Troy.  Victorious, the combatant king returns home with his concubine, the slave and prophetess Cassandra.  He is greeted, by a seemingly dutiful Clytemnestra, his wife and children’s mother who cleverly conceals her plot for vengeance under a cloak of dedication and honor for her king.  Clytemnestra has other plans, however, for her grief over the slaughter of their daughter, Iphigenia, as a sacrifice to the Gods has festered in her during the years she has ruled in Agamemnon’s place.  Vengeance and retaliation will be hers for fate will not be denied.  The first great play of Aeschylus’ Oresteia trilogy, Agamemnon is a visceral and evocative theatrical experience not soon forgotten.

Close to the edge, but just shy of sensory overload, the audience is transported fully and completely to ancient Greece and not returned to the present until what seems like decades, eons, an eternity even.  Time may be lost, but the audience’s attention is rapt.  The viewers are taken captive by the production, for how else is one to experience the unfolding of the story of Agamemnon, a king of Mycenae, a son of Atreus, and brother of Menelaus?  Any interruption to the performance would dilute it so the production is without intermission, as if the audience would deign to leave the edge of their seats as this tale is told. 
 
Agamemnon, translated by Edith Hamilton and directed by Rodney Hudson, was also conceived by the worthy talents of Emmett Van Slyke as composer, choregraphy by Anthony Salatino, and most notably Felix E. Cochren as production designer.  A team of talented SU students and alumni join the production with Alex Petersen as Associate Scenic Designer, Kathryn Bailey as Associate Costume Designer, Cory Pattak as Lighting Designer, Kevin O’connor as Sound Designer, and Emma Ettinger as Stage Manager.  These, in collaboration with a host of supporting crew culminate in a creation not soon forgotten.
 

Courtesy of Mike Davis
O Candide-Johnson in the role of Clytemnestra


Among the strong ensemble cast are many noteworthy performances. O Candide-Johnson takes command of the stage and delivers an interpretation of Clytemenestra which chillingly resonates as she anguishes over her daughter’s slaughter in sacrifice to the Gods.  Allen Ghavami, typically a slender and statuesque actor, transformed his body for the production into that of a muscled, sinewy warrior.  His performance is every bit as strong as his transformed physical being.  In the roles of the prophet Calchas, Orestes, and Paris, Daniel Ramirez is a focal point as both actor and dancer as the Chorus and he perform ceremonial movement which further enriches an already deeply textured rendition of Aeschylus’ play.  Erin Christine Walsh is virtually possessed by her portrayal of Cassandra;  Apollo’s cursed gift to her is fully realized in Ms. Walsh’ powerful performance.  Many other actors support a cast that impeccably weave the tale and transform a mere play into a fully enriching experience.
 

 
Courtesy of Mike Davis
(center) Daniel Ramirez performs as the prophet Calchas.


This visually rich production overflowing with strong performances leaves the audience stunned not only by the strength of the performance but also by the complete lack of a curtain call in spite of the standing ovation offered by the audience.  In this, the tragedy of Agamemnon is underscored and the audience is left wanting even more of the experience of the prior 90 minutes.  Agamemnon at Syracuse VPA is not to be missed nor soon forgotten.
 
~ Mk Michaels, 2015