V-Day is a global movement to end violence against women and girls. It raises funds and awareness through benefit productions -among other things – of playwright/founder Eve Ensler’s sward winning play The Vagina Monologues and other works. More than 4,000 V-Day events took place in 2009. To date, the movement has raised over $70 million to educate millions on the issue of violence against women and efforts to end it, to create international educational, media and PSA campaigns, open shelters, and fund over 5,000 community-based anti-violence programs as well as safe houses in Kenya, South Dakota, Egypt and Iraq. The V-Day movement exists in 130 countries from Europe to Asia, Africa and the Caribbean, and all of North America. V-Day supports grassroots, national and international organizations and programs work to stop violence against women and girls. Visit http://www.vday.org. The “V” in V-Day stands for Victory, Valentine, and Vagina.
After a grueling audition, several weeks of early morning and late night rehearsals, the memorization of lines and movements, not to mention a hot, scratchy wig and pancake make-up, the end result is an almost eight-minute piece of unedited video shot by my teenage grandson with a Sony Handycam from his seat in the audience. This performance occurred Saturday, March 6, 2010 in Balch Auditorium on the Scripps Campus. This excerpt is titled “The Flood.”
Assignment number one inspired by an earlier post on “This Is My Africa.”
We leave our mark wherever we go, from Lincoln Heights to Mexico
They called him … puerco … negrito … el diablo. He learned the language. “Que le gusta bailar?” he asked the pretty girl in the yellow dress. Before the hearing aid, he heard her answer, “Si, te gusta el baile.”
I caught a relatively new documentary on HBO last night. “This Is My Africa” reminded me of the last part of yesterday’s class discussion about identity, framing and composition. Jean-Pierre quotes Laszlo Kovacs: “the major criterion of a good composition is whether it supports emotionally the scene and its dramatics.” This is demonstrated very well in the YouTube excerpt posted here and in the first third of the TIMA documentary. The narrator in the doc asked questions that elicited abstract answers that were neither right nor wrong, but personal: what does Africa smell like; what color is Africa; what is your favorite African food, music, writer/poet, film (reference to Nollywood); what do you hate most about Africa (very long speeches and mud). The first part of the doc gave very personal views of what Africa is and means to each of the persons interviewed. These interviews were conducted against backdrops of brightly colored African cloth patterns, within a large picture frame decorated also in African cloth, and various pieces of furniture painted in African cloth designs. I’m thinking I can tickle something out of this experience for the first assignment. Take a look.
Her father tried to warn her. She didn’t know the difference between a Gringo and a Negro. All she could see was Americano.
The Smallness of Me
I’m a little teapot, short and thick. I sound taller on the phone. I fit in a lot of places beause I don’t. I agree with Horace that text should instruct and delight. I agree with Mahatma Gandhi that “everything we do is futile, but we must do it anyway.” I’ve cut down on eating popcorn in the dark. I treat television like radio. I listened and once heard, “voodee, voodee, voodee, whomp, whomp, whomp!”