No dishwashing or building work or anything too manual for a
while, which is something of a welcome break, but although Sarah has been
amazing through all of my treatment, I feel somewhat guilty relying on her for
everything, and money (as always) is pretty tight, so I do feel pressure to
find some kind of work. With this in
mind I recently accepted an invitation to attend a seminar about domestic
violence and violence to women by men. I
was asked there as a playwright to reflect on the day and perhaps sometime in
the near future, write a play about the subject; an area I've already visited
with some of my work. There were some
very moving testimonies from abused women who were brave enough to stand up and
share their disturbing stories with everyone, and there were two speakers who
really blew me away: Karyn McCluskey, the co-director of the violence reduction
unit, Strathclyde police, and from the USA , Tony Porter an activist in the
social justice arena. Karyn McCluskey
conducted a sort of forensic examination of a young man who had committed a
random killing, taking into account his family background; even events that had
taken place before his birth, including details that made it depressingly
evident that sooner or later something like this was bound to happen, stressing
the need for early involvement; in fact it seems clear that 0-3 years are most
crucial, after this time unfortunately most of the damage has been done. She also talked about the sexual exploitation
of young girls by gangs; something I have researched myself for my play, The
Girl In The Box which has just been performed by East 15 final year drama
students... distressing stuff, but sadly very real for the unfortunate
victims. Tony Porter's seminar was
equally inspiring, talking about 'breaking out of the man box', and boy did it
hit home! Talking directly to the men in
the room, it soon became apparent that long held opinions about women are
(however liberated you might think you are) ingrained, and deep-seated
attitudes that seem quite acceptable are actually quite offensive and are
holding women back. I wondered later
what kind of play I might write to address these particular issues, then I
remembered I'd already written it - Phil&Jill&Jill&Phil,
which was produced some years ago by the Belgrade Theatre in Coventry .
It was a real crowd pleaser and there was talk of it transferring to the
West End , but it never happened, and a few
years later it was unmercilessly plagiarised by other writers. I made the mistake of actually challenging
one writer who hadn't really tried that hard to disguise his poor effort. Of course I can't prove it, but there does
seem to be operating (within some quarters) a sort of unofficial black-list
paying me back, and on more than one occasion when meeting various people in
the industry, the action I took was raised.
I guess what galls me most is the fact that the play was written out of
a genuine concern for the subject matter, but once someone nicks your idea you
know its just a promotional vehicle for them to make money. I actually gave up writing for quite a while
after that episode, and even now it hurts.
The sad truth is that there are some unscrupulous people in this
industry. But I love writing and can't
seem to stop; I'm always writing something.
At the moment I'm writing more poetry; concentrating on my blog - A
History Of The World In 100 Poems.
There's no money of course, but it's just good to be creative and keep
your hand in I reckon.
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
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