Sunday, September 10, 2017

The Earth v Jobs

Recently the president celebrated the opening of the pipeline from Mandan, North Dakota, while blaming the Paris Accords for job-losses in the U.S. This prompted me to re-post an Earth Day blog from many years ago, feeling iot remains relevent:
 http://atellingexperience.blogspot.com/2011/04/earth-day-2011.html

Earth Day 2011

This is an exciting time to be involved in Storytelling and Education. As I see it, our Cultural Mythology and Personal Narratives are in a state of rapid transformation. In a way, we are moving from a sky-centered story to an earth-centered story. We are truly "coming down to earth." Still, we are moving against some strong anti-earth stories rooted in our American Dream (aka Myth). For example, here is a cover story from USA Today on December 10, 1997:
We are presented with a choice: adopt the Kyoto Accords and save the Earth or reject them and save American jobs. This is a classically self-involved American Story. Unhappily, at that time, we chose door number 2: jobs. Today, I think that has begun to change. Paradoxically, the motion back to earth from sky may have been sparked by our first effort to leave the planet entirely: the moon landing. For when our astronauts reached the moon, they sent us our first look at the earth (and ourselves) from space. That image still ripples through our consciousness and seeds the rewriting of our stories.

Friday, February 10, 2017

The Bullies Are Coming!

I published this story a few years ago when Sarah Palin was performing her theatre of the absurd. This was originally written as part of a program I created called "American Parables" and continues to be relevant.

July 4,2011:

Whatever Sarah Palin may think, there is a big difference between the legend of Paul Revere and the history. But we create legends out of our need for myth, and the myth of Paul Revere is important to who we are. It is not about our right to own guns, it is about e pluribus unum, "out of many, one." It is about the interdependence that forms the vast community we call the United States of America. When the U.S.A. became independent from England, we did not become a nation of rugged individuals. We became, instead, a national community.

Here is my take on the myth of Paul Revere. With a nod to American mythmaker, Henry W. Longfellow.

The Midday Ride of Jimmy Greer, an American Parable
by David Novak


Listen my children and you will hear
Of the midday ride of Jimmy Greer.
Jimmy was perched in the Sycamore tree
He used for a lookout waiting to see
What Benny the scout was going to do
To play with a ball that was red or was blue.
If red then it said that the forthcoming dread
Would appear from around old Ferguson’s shed.
If blue then he knew that the danger at hand
Was coming from over the park playground sand.
Below him at ready at the Sycamore’s side
Was the red painted roadster Jimmy would ride
As soon as he got Ben’s secret report.
He would jump down and ride with his news to the fort.
He would speed on his steed and spread the alarms,
Warning the neighborhood kids to take arms,
To rise and resist the tyrannical rule 
Of the neighborhood bullies so tough and so cruel.
To take arms against their troubles and then
By opposing assure that never again
Would they suffer in silence or cower in fright
Never daring to go out by day or by night.
For the bullies had bullied too hard and too long
And though they were big and though they were strong,
Jimmy and Ben and Libby and Kate
Latisha and Alex, Shariah and Nate
Decided united they’d stand or they’d fall
That all were for one and each one was for all.
The bullies were Andrew and his buddy Matt
And Cassie the warrior and Paula the rat.
They’d gang up on the kids and force ‘em to pay
A tax if ever they wanted to play
On the swings or the slide or the sand or the grass.
They made ‘em pay tolls in order to pass.
And that wasn’t all if kids went to the store
They’d stop ‘em again and make ‘em pay more.
If you played with a kite or a jump rope or jax
They’d gather around you and make you pay tax.
And what did they take from those kids all those times?
Pennies and quarters and nickels and dimes
Candy and bubblegum, soda pop too
For if you refused you know what they’d do?
They’d tie you to trees all covered with ants 
Or put gum in your hair or pull down your pants.
Now some kids tried saying ‘this isn’t fair!
There’s room here for everyone why can’t we share?’
But Andrew just laughed and Cassie threw rocks
And Paula and Matt kicked dirt on their socks.
So Shariah and Alex and Libby and Kate
And Jimmy and Ben, Latisha and Nate
With paper and pens acting very professional
Met in the fort in a manner congressional.
They wrote up a letter outlining their views
Then went down the streets delivering the news.
Now Libby was clever and Shariah was bright
Nate was inventive and Kate sure could fight
And Benny lived near where the bullies would be
And outside his windows Benny could see
If they would be coming by park or by shack
So Ben was sent out to scout the attack.
But Jimmy alone of the whole rebel band
Was the speediest biker in all of the land.
So Jimmy was sent to the Sycamore tree
As part of the neighborhood plan to be free.
It was twelve of the clock with the sun bearing down.
An ominous calm hung over the town.
No breeze was astir no pet was let out,
No bird was heard singing no bug buzzed about.
Bang! The door slammed opening wide
As Benny the scout came running outside.
High in the air Ben tossed a red ball.
Jimmy was startled but he didn’t fall.
He leapt on his bike and sped through the wood
Pushing the pedals as fast as he could.
Right down the drive as his tires were humming
Calling out loud ‘the bullies are coming!
‘The bullies are coming!’ his voice rang out clear
‘The bullies are coming!  And soon will be here
‘The bullies are coming !  Rise up one and all!
‘The bullies are coming!’ Jim sounded the call.
Down Jefferson Street along Franklin Drive
‘The bullies are coming! And soon will arrive!’
He cut down an alley to Washington Way
‘The bullies are coming!  Today is the day!’
He turned at the corner of Lexington Court
Then climbed up the oak tree they used for a fort.
‘Good work,’ said Libby ‘now you draw them near
We will get everyone ready out here.’
Then out of the tree and into the heat
Jimmy went speeding down Longfellow Street.
He rounded the corner of Ferguson’s place
And slid to stop right before Cassie’s face.
‘Who said that you could go riding today?’
Cassie asked Jimmy ‘what did you pay?’
‘I didn’t pay nothing,’ Jimmy replied
‘It shouldn’t cost money to go for a ride.’
‘It does if you want to ride safe,’ Paula said
As she and the gang came around Fergie’s shed.
‘Yeah,’ Matt chimed in ‘you could fall and get hurt.
‘You could land on your face and have to eat dirt.’
‘Of course, if you pay,’ Andrew stepped in
‘You won’t lose your bike or get kicked in the shin.’
Paula ran up as Jimmy wheeled round
Cassie leapt forward but fell to the ground.
Jimmy had sped between Andrew and Matt
Matt swung as he dodged and knocked Andy flat.
Then around the next corner but not very far
Jim hid behind Mr. Hamilton’s car.
Andy and Matt and Paula and Cass
Ran round the corner and started to pass
When Jimmy called out “who made you king?
I don’t think it’s fair and I won’t pay a thing!”
He zipped out behind them and led them away
“I won’t just serve you and let you have your way!”
They ran after Jim and he stayed in sight
“Just because you are strong doesn’t mean you are right!”
Jim put on the speed as they started to rally
And led them across Washington alley.
“You say that our freedom requires taxation
But I won’t pay tax without representation!”
Paula and Andrew cut off Jimmy’s route
Jim hit the brakes while spinning about
But Cassie and Matt had him surrounded.
“You’re saying,” sneered Matt “that our taxes aren’t founded
On sound moral ground?  Don’t be idiotic!
Everyone knows that its plain patriotic
To let those in power make all the rules.”
“Yeah,” Paula said “you babies are fools.
We big kids know best and we work hard to see
That the neighborhood’s safe enough to be free.”
“And who knows” Andrew closed “you might be infected
“With germs and disease, we should be protected
From people who threaten and put us in danger
You might be a spy or a crook or a stranger
Trying to wreck our great institutions
That’s why we work hard to come up with solutions
That serve to protect all the folks who obey
And silence the ones who want their own say.”
Paula stooped down and picked up a stone
The others did likewise as Jim stood alone.
Cassie lifted her stone “its like this Jimmy dear,
To keep people in line you must keep them in fear.”
“There was no fair vote!” Jim started to cower.
“The day you did nothing is the day we took power.”
They lifted their hands just about to attack
When a sound from the ground made them jump back.
Jimmy blew on his whistle and jumped to his feet
As the sound of his whistle awoke the whole street.
Then bells started ringing from Benny’s front lawn  
And drums from the playground as others came on.
The sounds were now growing louder and strong
The bullies looked round and saw a great throng
Of kids, any one of whom the bullies could beat
But not when they all stood up in the street.
Then, out of the doors, to the bullies’ great shock
Came grown-ups with bells up and down the whole block.
They rang with the kids in one glorious chorus
“No party of bullies will make the rules for us!
We choose to be free and to stand for the good
And so we’ve united the whole neighborhood.
The U.N. we’ll call it and it will prevail
To see that no bully will ever assail
The rights of each child, each woman and man
To liberty, justice and the power to plan
Their own way of living and worship as well,
To speak and assemble and peacefully dwell.
The right to enjoy self determination
So long as their actions cause no limitation
On anyone’s rights to these freedoms too
To do unto others as we’d have them do.”
Cassie and Andrew and Paula and Matt
Let Jimmy go and helplessly sat
While a jury of peers decided their fate.
A sentence was given, delivered by Nate,
That they would repair any damage they’d done
And also repay all the money they’d won.
And further provide service to all,
Such as tying a shoe or pumping a ball,
Or stopping the traffic when folks cross the street.
And promise to never attempt to repeat
The tyranny with which they once tried to rule.
Instead they should start to study in school
Not how to make war or how to be strong,
But how to make peace and how to right wrong.
And since that great day of Jimmy’s alarm
Our United Neighbors have kept us from harm.
But if from without or within should appear
A threat to those freedoms we all hold so dear,
We know what to do for united we stand.
We all raise our voices and join freedom’s band.

Friday, December 9, 2016

No Knowing What: Truth, Post Truth

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“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.” “The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.” “The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master—that’s all.”
LEWIS CARROLL (Charles L. Dodgson), Through the Looking-Glass.
Reality is a social construct determined by the narrative styling of truth. 
Storytelling is the original virtual reality. 

What do I know? How do I know it? What distinguishes belief from opinion? Is what I believe to be true, actually true? How do I know what I know? That is the problem. 
And the problem is, I don't know, I believe. But I believe on a deep level that is so unconscious, it manifests as knowledge. "The sky is blue." A  simple statement of fact. But that fact is formed from a linguistic agreement about "blue" "sky" and "is." If I don't have those implicit notions embedded in my thoughts, there is no statement of fact.

Fact, by the way, derives from Latin facere, "to do." It is a past participle, meaning "a thing done." A related word from the same origin, but not as commonly used, is factitious, meaning "made" or "artificial." In other words, a fact is a thing that is done, a factitious fact is a made fact, a fake fact. The making of facts (factition?) is a popular practice at present. Increasingly today, facts are factitious acts of fiction.*

We think of facts as irrefutable and unchanging truths. A fact is, regardless of whether we believe in it or not. There is a chair in the room. It is a solid entity. There is no denying its existence. We see it, sit on it, know it through all our senses. Even if we do not know what a chair is, we cannot deny that the thing others call a chair is there in front of us and, should we choose to ignore it, we will still trip over it. This sense of a fact is embedded early in childhood as we begin to comprehend object permanence: a thing exists separate from my sensing it. [When I close my eyes, the chair is still there even if I no longer see it.] Once the notion of object permanence is embedded in our minds, we can accept the notion that a chair exists elsewhere, even if we do not see or feel or otherwise experience it. I have a chair in my room. You tell me there is a chair in your room. I accept that your chair is as real as mine. Your chair exists, because I believe what you tell me. Hence, a fact is able to exist beyond my ability to verify it with my senses, because you tell me so. There's the rub!

Suppose I visit your home one day. I see that there is no chair there. I say "hey! you said you had a chair. What gives?" You tell me that the chair was there but now it is gone. You gave it to a friend. I accept this. Your chair continues to be real, a fact, even though I have no empirical proof of its existence. Now I have a truth embedded in my world: there exists a chair that once belonged to you, but now belongs to your friend. This chair, by the way, is wooden and finely crafted with lathed supports and a walnut varnish. It is lovely. It is true. Yet, it is also imaginary. It exists in my factitious reality.

How is this possible? Facts are believed, in part, because we are inclined to accept what others tell us as true. It is part of the implicit social contract. The philosopher, Paul Grice (1913-1988), described what he called the "cooperative principle" in human communication. He observed people in conversation cooperating according a set of socially embedded, unconsciously assumed, rules or "maxims." Among them was what he defined as the Maxim of Quality** in which it is assumed that the speaker is speaking the truth, or what they believe to be the truth. You tell me you had a chair and gave it to your friend and I accept it as true. I have no reason to believe otherwise.

But the Maxim of Quality only goes so far. I am not completely gullible. I am only willing to believe you up to a point. Tell me there is a unicorn in your garden and I begin to doubt.

So what more is needed to make me believe something is true?
I am more willing to believe something if it is expressed in the language of truth.

The language of truth changes from culture to culture, era to era. In Western Culture, for long periods, the language of truth was spoken by the church. "This I know, because the bible tells me so." For some in the West this is still the language of truth. However, the dominant modern language of truth in the West is now spoken by science.

This is a language and style issue.
Bible style: "And the Lord spoke, saying, Behold! I will bring unto you an unicorn to bless your garden and this shall be a sign of my eternal love..."
Science style: "According to research data, there is a significant probability that single-horned mammals of the family Equidae, may inhabit isolated botanical regions such as gardens..."

This is my point: If you want me to believe in your unicorn, it all comes down to the story you tell and how you tell it.
Now get this, the word True comes from the same root as the word Tree, and the sense has to do with something that is solid and steadfast, as in made-of-wood. The word Druid derives also from the same root and combines with the proto-indo-european root for vision, yielding one-who-sees-the-tree, i.e. one-who-knows-the-truth.

Culture regularly assigns the role of "druid" (i.e. knowers-of-truth) to particular storytellers. In the case of religious truth, the priests are the truth-tellers. In the modern instance of scientific truth, the truth-tellers are the scientists, experts, and other kinds of authoritative  (authorized) reporters who practice a style of truth-telling we might call "the illusion of objectivity" more commonly known as "news."

SO, if you style your story in the language of truth, some people will believe you. Especially if you attribute your report of the truth to other, accepted truth-speakers, experts, and tellers:


Oh, and if you put a picture next to your report, you will add the gravitas of reality to your assertion. Pictures never lie, right?

Every good storyteller knows that one of the most effective ways to tell a ghost story is to treat it like a news report. The more factual it sounds, the scarier it is.  This is because the language of truth is so ingrained, we are reluctant to doubt it.

But in order for something really outrageous to embed as true, I need to have room in my factitious reality for it to take root. (Truth is a tree, remember?) To clear a space to embed a truth, I need to cultivate doubt. Using the language of truth against itself, I can create a counter factual narrative. Say, for example, I create doubt about the voices of truth by claiming the authority (the media) is biased. I make assertions that news reports are unfairly weighted in favor of a specific moral issue, economic trend, or political party. Doubting one voice of truth, allows another voice to be heard. And so it goes.

In the present cultural moment in the West, the established language of truth is in doubt. As the notion of objective reality becomes more and more subjective, truth is balkanized*** into factitious factions. We choose the reality we want, neither more nor less. Truth ceases to be solid and tree-like, becoming uprooted and nebulous.


As the established truth-tellers lose their authority, we are left to discover for ourselves a language that will have the emotional and intellectual ring of truth. We can either inflame and enrage, or enlighten and enlarge. In the new nebula of truth, the storyteller must be a wayfinder. The challenge of the time is to reconstitute a social contract of truths we can once again hold to be self-evident. 




*Factitious Disorder, also known as Munchausen's Disease, is a mental health disorder in which patients deliberately create false symptoms of mental or physical illness. Baron von Munchausen (like the Norwegian Peer Gynt) is a fictitious German noble who spun tall tales of outrageous adventures.
** For more on the Gricean Maxims: http://faculty.mu.edu.sa/public/uploads/1424893182.9735Gricean%20Maxims.pdf
*** Ironically, it happens that much of the recent fake news has come from the Balkans!


Sunday, November 15, 2015

Stonecutter

In the summer of 1977, a year out of college, I joined up with a fun-loving theatre troupe performing on the streets of Milwaukee, calling themselves The Friends Mime Theatre. I was a juggling, clowning, busker in those days, and this was my summer of running with the circus. Barbara Leigh and Mike Moynihan created the FMT in 1974. Their mission was to raise awareness and inspire action on social issues. Over time the company evolved into The Milwaukee Public Theatre and continues under the direction of Barbara Leigh, providing increasingly diverse, egalitarian, multi-disciplinary arts programming for the entire community.

For me, that summer of '77 with FMT proved to be a seminal experience informing the next 38 years of my life.
We created a giant puppet showof the Japanese story, The Stonecutter. As a juggling, clowning, ensemble, we performed the many changes the dissatisfied Stonecutter goes through in search of his true place in the world. The story goes full circle and he finds contentment at last in his original role of stonecutter.

As a boy I greatly enjoyed stories. My mother lured me into the Hundred Acre Woods by reading me "The House at Pooh Corner." I discovered the winding roads of OZ in the many books that followed "The Wizard of Oz" and I repeatedly sailed with Jason and his heroes in Padraic Colum's  "The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived Before Achilles."

Over the years I pursued various careers involved with stories: Acting, Playwrighting, Television Journalism, Directing, Pantomime, and Clowning. My experience with FMT showed me that all those special interests and skills could come together into a single pursuit: telling stories. It took a few years, but I eventually came to discover that I  could be a storyteller. The first story that I took to the storytelling stage was the story of my life, of going round in a Great Circle to recover my original passion for stories. I told The Stonecutter.

In reflection now, I can see that the mission of FMT and MPT not only works its magic on the local community but also on the artists who are lucky enough to be touched by their magic for these 40 years and counting.

Thank you Barbara Leigh and FMT/MPT for the gift of your vision, integrity, and creativity.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Retainment


On this excursion in Poland, I did not want to take snapshots or selfies. But as the group moved on, I stayed back to listen at the retention pond.

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Saturday, September 12, 2015

Purple People, Europe, and Syria

The children of Europa are seeking asylum in Europe.

"One of every five displaced persons in the world is Syrian." –CNN

http://tanea-london.net/MythologyPlus/Mythos06_files/shapeimage_6.pngEuropa was a princess of Phoenicia carried off to Crete by Zeus in the form of a white bull.  The myth tells how Europa becomes a queen of Crete and bears three sons: Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Sarpedon. Each of these becomes a great king and, after life, they become the three judges of the dead in the underworld, Hades.

Though inconclusive, much of ancient tradition holds that the continent of Europe gained its name from Europa.

"As for Europe, no one can say whether it is surrounded by the sea or not, neither is it known whence the name of Europe was derived, nor who gave it name, unless we say that Europe was so called after the Tyrian Europa, and before her time was nameless, like the other divisions. But it is certain that Europa was an Asiatic, and never even set foot on the land which the Greeks now call Europe, only sailing from Phoenicia to Crete, and from Crete to Lycia." ––Herodotus, The Persian Wars

 The myth still haunts the modern world.


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A performer depicting Europa, a Phoenician princess rides a white bull representing the Greek god, Zeus during the Opening Ceremony for the Baku 2015 European Games at the Olympic Stadium on June 12, 2015 in Baku, Azerbaijan…Credit: Michael Steele
Phoenicia was a maritime civilization from about 3,200-300 B.C.E. The Phoenicians formed a collection of city states along the Mediterranean coast of what is today Lebanon, northern Israel, and Syria. They were excellent traders, sailing throughout the Mediterranean and as far along the north Atlantic as Cornwall in England. They cross-pollinated the ancient world with many raw materials such as tin and copper, essentially supplying the Bronze Age. As well, they were excellent craftsmen and famous for fine, manufactured goods, including purple dye from Tyre, which is how they came to be known as "the purple people." Phoinikes is 'purple' in Greek.  Phoenicia came to be known also as Canaan, which name comes from the Hurrian language for 'purple.'[ For more, see Joshua J. Mark's articles on Phoenicia for the Ancient History Encyclopedia.]

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9c/PhoenicianTrade.png 
Compare ancient Phoenician trade routes (above) with today's refugee migration (below).

Traveling to Europe by land is very difficult, so most Syrians begin their journey in northern Africa, where smuggling networks send them north by sea.Joe Burgess/The New York Times

 This is the sad, mythic, irony of the present migration of Syrian refugees north in search of sanctuary: they are the ancestors of Europa.
The Europa myth is likely a reference to the migration of cultural cosmology. Europa is closely related to the Phoenician Astarte, 'Queen of the Stars,' and associated with the moon. The bull cults of Crete derive from earlier goddess worship in the Middle East. The moon-cow and the maiden spread throughout the ancient world and left their traces in shreds and tatters of modern memory.

The cow jumped over the moon....

Today's refugees are being followed by that moon-shadow of Europa. If we can remember our mythic past, we might begin to see through the false separations of our ethnicity and into the true union of our humanity.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Thesis - Antithesis-Synthesis

In my recent course on Advanced Storytelling at East Tennessee State University, we discussed a variety of ways to organize story programs. One such way, is to use Thesis-Antithesis-Synthesis as a schema for a storied discourse. [This dialectic is often mis-attributed to the philosopher, Hegel, and seems to trace back at least to Kant.]

One of our storytellers, who works in a corporate setting, sent me the following query:

"What appeals to me about this one is that it seems to exemplify one of the critical skills of collaboration - that of reconciling (synthesizing) two seemingly contradictory positions (thesis and antithesis, of course).

I've got a business workshop concerning Adaptive Skills coming up in a few weeks, and I've been asked to talk about "The Power of Storytelling".  I was thinking of launching into a T-A-S story as an illustration of the kind of behavior we're looking to encourage.

So – I was wondering if you can direct me to any stories (or collections!) that have this sort of organization?"

In answer to this request, I suggest that you consider any story as being maleable enough to serve a storyteller in any way he/she wishes.
To paraphrase Humpety Dumpety:
"When I tell a story it means exactly what I want it to mean, neither more nor less."

So, take a fable and turn it into an exercise for Thesis-Anthesis-Synthesis. Here is an example: