What Does Your Theatre Company Do?

May 29, 2015 § Leave a comment

As we all know, Marion Potts is leaving the Malthouse. For those interested, applications to be the new Artistic Director close May 29. Love or loathe what Marion did in the role, there is no denying that she used her position to promote bodies of difference on the main stage: this season alone there are shows that explore gender, race and body shape – as well as the requisite explorations of theatrical form.

As applications roll in, and a fairly strong contender waits in the wings, we can only hope that whomever takes over the role continues the tradition of championing change in its myriad manifestations – a worthy aspiration, as Jane Howard recently pointed out. While there are, no doubt, numerous speculations about who will take over, the exit of one cultural character and the impending entrance of another brings with it a number of questions around the nature of artistic leadership itself; chief amongst them, for me, is: what does a theatre company do? Which leads to, what does my theatre company do?

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A Community Challenge

May 27, 2015 § Leave a comment

Given the current political climate and the necessity of decentralising the main stages as the be all and end all of theatrical endeavours, I believe that it is essential for amateur theatres to engage more with new writing and utilise their existing infrastructure to support developing artists.

It’s safe to say that today’s politics leaves the arts in a fairly precarious position. In addition, the funding of such an industry is rarely deemed worthy of the national conversation, despite the number of people employed in the struggling sector exceeding 200,000 – a figure that disguises the reality, which is that there are also many, many unemployed people looking for work in the arts.

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A Wooden Bench, Evening

May 11, 2015 § Leave a comment

He sits

Atop a wooden bench

Holding a half-smoked, hand-rolled cigarette:

The smoke swirls of which wind in the wind

Upward, through a tall, well-leafed tree

Towards an immanent crepuscule;

The bench is perched to one corner

Of a circle of native grass that sprawls outward

Etching its way towards the trees,

Which replicate into oblivion.

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