an assortment of writing samples, videos, and pictures by toronto-based actor/artist, blair kay. enjoy!
Monday, November 15, 2010
3.6.5. the second time round
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
ACADEMIC WRITING: Death and the King's Horseman
IN DEATH AND THE KING’S HORSEMAN"
by Blair Kay, 2008
Death and the King’s Horseman is a play based on actual events in 1946 Nigeria under British occupation. The story chronicles an interrupted act of ritual suicide in the Yoruba tribe in Nigeria. The structure of the play indicates the author, Wole Soyinka’s desire to centre the play on indigenous characters and mourning; not to be interpreted solely in a colonial context, as stated in the author’s note. By preceding the play with the author’s note, Soyinka frames his work in his own terms and simultaneously addresses the problematic postcolonial discourse of universality, readership and authorship in literature.
Soyinka cautions the reader that the story should not be classified as a “clash of cultures”, a label he deems as “prejudicial” but from a “reductionist tendency” (Soyinka 5). He asserts that this label “presupposes a potential equality in every given situation of the alien culture and the indigenous” (italics given 5). Postcolonial theorist and teacher of literature, Charles Larson, expands on this idea of pejorative categorization of texts in his essay, “Heroic Ethnocentrism”. Larson presents and denies the validity of the term ‘universality’ when concerned with literature read by a foreign audience (specifically African literature read by a Western audience), as he attests that “culture shapes our interpretations of literature” (Larson 78). He asserts that because “each of us was born into an ethnocentrically sealed world”, we cannot understand slight or dramatic cultural nuances that lie outside of our own culture and experience (79). For example, in the final act of Death and the King’s Horseman, the dialogue between the British officer, Simon Pilkings, and the indigenous “mother of the market”, Iyaloja, aptly illustrates the cultural divide:
PILKINGS: Alright. I am trying to make things easy
but if you must bring in politics we’ll have to do it the hard way . . .
IYALOJA: How boldly the lizard struts before the pigeon
when it was the eagle itself he promised us he would confront (Soyinka 67)
In Larson’s universal view, a Western reader might identify and empathize with the British character, Pilkings, because he speaks literally and rationally in his Western cultural idiom, whereas the indigenous character, Iyaloja, seems inaccessible to the Western reader, as she speaks in grand metaphors and images, typical of her cultural morays. However, Soyinka structures the story so that the indigenous characters begin and end the journey which the audience experiences through the play. Even the title of the play illustrates the importance of ‘death’, mourning and ritual. Moreover, the author’s note acts as a cautionary preface to the text, and dictates that the play should not be read from a ‘universal’ perspective, but one focused on “the universe of the Yoruba mind” (6).
Reading in the ‘universal’ perspective creates an unfortunate detachment between what Soyinka has written and what is available to be absorbed by the Western reader. This detachment is a symptom of the academic process by which some readers examine the text. For example, the usual task of a university student who studies literature is to uncover themes and rhetorical devices, ultimately to help form an argument on the given text. However, Soyinka directs his author’s note to the “would-be-producer” of his play, thus intending the play for dramatization, rather than solely academic analysis. The mere inclusion of the author’s note negates a presupposition with the Western reader, and intentionally denies the reader any authority on understanding a foreign event, such as ritual suicide in the play. As Larson suggests, the student is thus limited in fully understanding the themes which she simply assumes to be important, such as the experience of a tribal community or participation in ritual suicide. She is left however, to draw on her own academic background to extract the liberal or ‘universal’ ideals, such as the need to preserve tradition, religion, cultural practice, and beliefs, with which she identifies due to her own unique Western cultural experience. In this respect, by cautioning against “reductionist tendency” and to interpret the text simply in its colonial context, Soyinka presents an immense challenge to the Western reader engaged in the postcolonial discourse (Soyinka 5).
This academic approach lends itself merely to presume the author’s intent, especially one who writes in a postcolonial or neo-colonial world. There are components in the text Death and the King’s Horseman which highlight various details regarding Soyinka’s authorship. Firstly, the fact that the play is written in English rather than Yoruba, his native language, expresses anxieties Soyinka might have had about limited potential readership and production. Like other postcolonial nations’ literatures, “most African writers communicate with a tiny subculture within society” and may be subject to a low volume of African readership, limited promotion and the high cost of publication (Kotei 406). Moreover, Chinua Achebe in “The Politics of Language”, reveals that in 20th century Nigeria, the English language is essential to the nation, as it holds “more than two hundred component nationalities together through an alien language” (Achebe “The Politics of Language” 268). Thus, writing in English allows the writer a wider readership base and the potential for greater literary success. However, it is interesting to note that this particular text, Death and the King’s Horseman, was written in 1975, at the latter part of an already established and celebrated body of Soyinka’s work, most of which was written outside of his native land, Nigeria.
The play clearly illustrates Soyinka’s apt and creative use of language. By combining poetic use of language with his myriad Western-African experiences, he creates a text which can simultaneously satirize the colonizer, and celebrate the lamentation of his indigenous Yoruba history. The play, like Soyinka’s other works, may be read as a political satire on previous colonial rule. However, Soyinka’s political involvement and voluntary exile from Nigeria suggests that there was an ideological or political desire to write this script (Connolly, “Playwright: Wole Soyinka”, par. 5). Achebe, in his article “Colonialist Criticism”, explains the paradox of the “modern African myth-maker”, which is to use the knowledge of the colonizer (British literature and culture) to create his own vision of a “colonial rule” as seen through the eyes of a dually cultured indigenous person (Achebe “Colonialist Criticism” 73).
With the author’s note in Death and the King’s Horseman, Soyinka acts as an educated myth-maker, and destroys Western notions of the African disenfranchised other through this text. He is able to use his experience with English language and literary culture of the colonizer in order to frame the work as he intended it: a preservation and homage to the practices of his native people and culture which were destroyed by colonialist occupation.
WORKS CITED
Achebe, Chinua. “Colonialist Criticism”. Post-Colonial Studies Reader. Ed. Ashcroft, Bill, Gareth Griffiths and Helen Tiffin. 3rd ed. New York: Routledge, 2007.
Achebe, Chinua. “The Politics of Language”. Post-Colonial Studies Reader. Ed. Ashcroft, Bill, Gareth Griffiths and Helen Tiffin. 3rd ed. New York: Routledge, 2007.
Connoly, Michelle. “Playwright, Wole Soyinka”. Kalamazoo College. 3 Sept 2008. 5 Nov 2008.
Kotei, S.I.A. “The Book Today in Africa”. Post-Colonial Studies Reader. Ed. Ashcroft, Bill, Gareth Griffiths and Helen Tiffin. 3rd ed. New York: Routledge, 2007.
Larson, Charles. “Heroic Ethnocentrism”. Post-Colonial Studies Reader. Ed. Ashcroft, Bill, Gareth Griffiths and Helen Tiffin. 3rd ed. New York: Routledge, 2007.
Soyinka, Wole. Death and the King’s Horseman. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, Inc., 2002.
(For ENGL*2200, Postcolonial Literatures, for K. Sheibani, November 2008)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
My date with Christopher Plummer

In May 2009, I was lucky enough to be awarded the J. Percy Smith Prize from the University of Guelph. I was also fortunate enough that renowned Canadian actor Christopher Plummer presented me with the award. You can see my stunned and ridiculously nervous/glowing self pictured here.
J Percy Smith Prize Qualifications: Graduating honours student in Drama with high academic standing in Drama courses, who has also made a worthy contribution to Department of Drama activities in general. Annual prize of $200. (And in my case, the honour of meeting Christopher Plummer!!)
Mr. Plummer was given an honorary degree from the University of Guelph on the same day. His speech was truly inspiring. Take a look at it on U of G's website: http://www.uoguelph.ca/convocation/christopherplummer/
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
POETRY: Here she comes
Here She Comes (2005)
Tiptoed black stilettos
Click and clack against swirling taupe marble
Resonating in the emptied hallway
There is a hush of murmurs
As she swishes toward the grand hall
Meshed layers of her dress fall onto each other
Twice per step
(Like the crinkling of an old man’s candy wrapper)
Before she enters, she holds her breath, listens and waits
Sticking her taut-braided coif forward
Peering through velvet curtains to see a vacant spot
She creeps past with soft-pitched ‘pardon’s and ‘‘scuse me ma’am’s
Then she may finally lay her petite feet to rest upon the plush carpeted floor
The tension in her wrist resists and falters
She squints quickly at it for its violation at this crucial moment
(Her entrance)
LYRICS: Wasting Time
From the album, You May Love Them Too. Written and recorded in London, England, December 2007. As part of a final theatre assignment, the songs were created in response to the female characters from various theatre shows we had seen. Including Rafta, Rafta, The Merchant of Venice, The Five Wives of Maurice Pinder and this one, based off of my experience from Punchdrunk's Masque of the Red Death.
~Wasting Time in this Place~
So full of questions not knowing why I’ve come to this place
Try to keep my mind from judging, although I feel displaced
And now I find that the bubble’s been popped I’m so lost but
I keep on going and going without knowing why
Won’t you tell me why
I’m wasting time in this place
How I long for some breathing space
I’ve found no story in this space, just some boys, girls and a headcase
What was there, didn’t know what to find, Guess I’ll keep looking to the end of time
What I do find is that the freedom turns to pain starving for light again
I am frightened by this uncharted domain
Can’t they tell me why
I’m wasting time in this place
A life awaiting something worth creating
I keep wondering was this what I came for, an eccentric mishmash piece
I keep wishing that I’d been warned or, given a second chance
And I find that I’m far too reflective, I keep rejecting
What could’ve been good is misunderstood
Seven weeks pass by I’m still consumed by
Thoughts of being displaced
Too far away from, too long a time for
The idea I’ve now embraced
I’m just wasting time
Wasting time in this place
How I’ve become a disgrace
PHOTODIARY: Indulgence at The Bean and My Market Bakery

* coffees/atmosphere from The Bean, on College. They also do dj and acoustic sets, weekly, I believe www.thebeantoronto.com/the_bean/menu.html
* ridiculously delicious pastries from The Market Bakery, Kensington www.blogto.com/bakery/mymarket
ONE ACTS: Selected scene from FLUSH! (with photo and video!)
Above, Kaitlyn Rietdyk as Ren, and Sonia Vaillant as Charlie.
Performed at George Luscombe Thetare, Snow-Week Festival, January 2009. Featuring Kate Abrams, Meaghan Burke, Lindsay Finnie, Kailey Gilchrist, Sonia Vaillant, and Kaitlyn Rietdyk.
Setting: In a female bathroom in the basement of a bar. There are four stalls, represented by four stools.
(REN and CHARLIE aren’t there to use the stalls, leaves. There is silence.)
Ren So?
Charlie So…
(REN pulls CHARLIE’s hair back from her neck. She gestures to enter stall together; CHARLIE starts, but doesn’t seem into it. REN turns away)
Ren You took me in here.
Charlie I wanted to talk.
Ren So talk.
Charlie Ok I’m going to talk, I just… I’m trying to figure it out first. … Okay. Listen.
My whole life - my whole sexual existence... God this is going to sound awful... I’ve been leading people on. It’s a habit I picked up and no one’s been able to slap it out of me. No matter woman, man… I just don’t see it. Well I do see it, but I don’t stop because I’m just too nice? Like, I don’t want them to get hurt? So I let it keep growing… until the affection is adoration or infatuation and so on. Um, by keeping the right distance, the person is so caught up in a friendly, loving idea of me, that I don’t have the heart to say “no”. I guess I can’t say “no”. I’ve been with so many people. So many people have been through me… I just don’t want to spoil their image of Charlie; I really want them to get that happiness they thought they wanted, but, I don’t want them. I just feel guilty, so I give them what they expect. It’s just a mere hour - 45 minutes of fun. I go home; they’re happy, I’m happy. I stay under the radar until it blows over, what they feel for me. (Silence is heavy) God. Sorry. Look, I’m sorry if that sounds, I dunno. But it’s who I am.
Ren Question.
Charlie Please.
Ren Aren’t you …
Charlie Breaking a lot of hearts?
Ren No, ashamed of being a soulless tramp--
Charlie Excuse me—what?
Ren You better be protecting yourself. Not only are you due for a psychological breakdown, but a venereal disease. How old are you?
Charlie 19.
Ren Uh huh, and you’ve slept with how many people? … No really, you can tell me.
Charlie 34.
Ren Hah! That’s almost twice your age. An accomplishment for—a barista at Starbucks, right?
Charlie Yes, that would be the issue.
Ren So you admit there’s a problem.
Charlie Well yes, I mean, I can’t go every day thinking ‘Charlie, you’re a Goddamn Whore’. ...Hah.
Ren Self-loathing really doesn’t suit you.
Charlie I’m not trying to be—
Ren Yes, you are. (Sees she’s being avoided) People are stronger than you think.
Charlie I thought you know, because you’re older…
Ren Because I’m older?
Charlie Well, because you’re older, you’d be looking for a serious relationship. And clearly, I’m not in for a serious relationship.
Ren Clearly.
Charlie Right, so… fuck. (she wants to leave) How about a drink?
Ren You know, Charlie, I did like you. I thought you were a great girl. A real spirit. Then I asked myself, what am I to you? Nothing really came to mind, so I moved on.
Charlie You moved on… so why are you still here?
Ren I see something in you, Charlie. You want to mould people into your romanticized idea of life. Romantic in the sense that there’s both this… idealized happiness—but also an inconstant state of tragedy.
Charlie Wow, that was really… poetic. Hurtful, true, but. poetic.
Ren You’re missing the point. You think in clichés, read horoscopes, searching out ‘beauty’ but not savouring it. You see the world through art, and a very narrowed view of it. And anything you don’t understand, you don’t like. You seek to change it, to your idea of perfection and ‘normal’. That’s why you’re okay with fucking and chucking so many people—because who cares what they feel after, right?
Charlie …
Ren When we met a few weeks ago, I liked you. Sure. But I really did ask myself—and don’t be flattered, I ask myself this of every girl I like: What am I to you? All I could come up with was that you thought I was some lonely, ugly dyke wanting someone, anyone to fill the void that is my life. Poor country girl with no straight friends, doomed to be gay and lonely.
Charlie (Moves towards Ren) I don’t think that you’re ugly… you’re really, cute.
Ren Don’t.
Charlie No, really. You’re beautiful.
Ren (Pushes her away) You’re pathetic.
Charlie Ren?
Ren Why, why should I Charlie? You’re a waste of time. Destructive. Ugly.
(CHARLIE is hurt. REN sees this and pushes the subject. Advances on CHARLIE, pushing her towards the counter)
Ren You’re fake.
Charlie Ren, Please.
Ren What you don’t like to hear the truth, slut?
Charlie I don’t deserve this.
Ren (Shift) Good, that’s good.
Charlie What?
Ren You’re fucking better than this. Walk away.
Charlie What are you… I thought... Why did you bring me here tonight?
Ren You tell me.
Charlie Why did you want to come if you didn’t like me?
Ren Why did you come if you didn’t like me?
Charlie I like you. I do. Well I don’t know right now, but I did.
Ren How Charlie.
Charlie I don’t know. I don’t know. You were sweet and kind, and maybe I thought you’d be an answer to what I’ve been looking for…
Ren Hah. User.
Charlie Yes, okay. Yes. I used you. I’m sorry. I use everybody I’m a shit-for-nothing piece of shit, I’m sorry I dragged you into this, sorry I thought I could trust you, I’m so fucking stupid, why the fuck—
Ren Because you know you’re beautiful, but you can’t see it. You’re better than this.
(REN slowly makes for the door)
Charlie Fuck. Wait. You can’t just—can I have a hug? Please?
(CHARLIE hugs REN, who doesn’t hug back)
Charlie I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
Ren I need a drink.
(REN exits. CHARLIE is defeated; she decides she is going to get very fucking drunk.)
