The Art of Spoken Word: Performance Lessons from “A Street Car Named Desire”

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Yesterday I watched “A street car named desire” and I must say I have not stopped thinking about the movie for the past 24 hours. The reason is really simple: Vivien Leigh’s performance in the movie was spectacular. I remember reading “The witch of Portobello” by Paolo Coehlo; the book talks about dancers and how dance brought the dancer closer to the light and how there are times when a dancer can be so amazing and make people see God in an instant and yet the next day the dancer is still just a dancer, is still just flesh and blood.
This is all that I kept thinking as I watched the movie, this and that Vivien Leigh deserved an Oscar for that performance (she did get an Oscar). I felt as though I was only just discovering what it means to act, her performance made me think that I had really not seen acting before – it was almost as though she became one with the character because I could not tell who she was as a person on screen. It was a kind of letting go of the self to portray something else.

It was like watching a dancer become one with the music and lose all concept of self and time. Why do I even feel this is worth blogging about? Because there are times when we hear great material and watch a disconnected spoken word performance (I have sometimes delivered such performances). It’s like observing a painting that is apologizing for its existence. I think this is when artists forget why they create and it becomes all about them and others and what “others” will think about the work.  Because sometimes we have to let go of our conscious minds and the rational and what we know to really find genius and most of us are scared to to go that deep or be brilliant. Why?

A few weeks ago I wrote about stripping naked when creating a piece of art or performing poetry.

I am beginning to believe that to create true brilliance we may have to adopt a zen-like approach to creativity and learn to step out of our own way and strip ourselves of ego (or self) to express whatever we want to in our art. Elizabeth Gilbert talks about a genius or spirit that speaks through us and that our job is to just show up and create and not worry about the quality. It’s a very intriguing notion because it means that we are the vessels through which creativity is accomplished and “our job is to just show up”.

I have seen some amazing professional poets and storytellers in my life and the ones that always inspire me to go beyond my comfort zone in my writing and spoken word performance and to really reveal what I think regardless of slam scores have been the ones that became one with their words and stories, their bodies and expressions were all aligned and they threw caution to the wind and focused on the message they had to deliver. It’s interesting because you see them on stage and you know that that is what they were born to do and that the poem was meant only for them to tell it and that is what it means to find a voice and to have a pulse. They move you to want to be more then you are.

These spoken word performances are electric – the professional poets and storytellers themselves are not afraid to acknowledge that feeling and be vulnerable in public, they are one with themselves at that moment.

Poem: I have no heroes

Aveces uno tiene el mundo a cuestas... / The World Behind you..

I have no heroes by Vangile Makwakwa
I have no heroes
In the dead of night I walk alone, I cry alone
I bandage my wounds with anger
I am the lone warrior
I leave nothing to chance

I am an endangered species
I cannot risk defeat
I am the last of my kind
In a world where mortals walk alone
I have learned to use my brains to write endurance theories,
I have trained my body to be my weapon

Against all adversity
I have darkened my skin to blend in with the night
As I fight my wars
For in this world mortals die alone
I watched too many of my heroes tumble and become human
I have no heroes on a pedestal
They all fell off before I could pay homage
Leaving me with nothing to believe in or admire

At a young age I learned
That mortals walk alone
That bravery demands principle and
That is a price few are prepared to pay
In defiance I shifted my outlook and learned to champion
Intangible indestructible things –
Integrity and belief in the simple values
Of long forgotten freedom fighters
Not yet mourned or written about

If I could walk amongst the things I admire
I choose to walk on
Mountains that fall in love with the sea from a distance
If I could give thanks to God for the wonders of this universe
I would thank artists the world over,
After Google

If heroes are what keep you alive then my first thanks
Goes to all those that came before me
My second goes to poetry and hip hop
For the worlds they made seem possible
These fantasy worlds once kept me alive
My final thanks go to my ancestors who catch in my sleep
When all my heroes tumble and cease to be
Image by Flickr user foxspain
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