Monday, May 02, 2016

Jesus Queen of Heaven on a pilgrimage to Brazil

Brazil pilgrimage May - June 2016

JESUS QUEEN OF HEAVEN is about to set off on a new stage in her world pilgrimage.

Her creator, Jo Clifford, and her production team are spending May in Brazil, presenting the show at the International Theatre Festival of Belo Horizonte (FIT) and the Literary Festival of the Peripheries in the favela City of God (Cidade de Deus) in Rio d Janeiro (FLUPP).

They will also be leading workshops in Sao Paulo and participating in a series of encounters with theologians, theatre practitioners, transgender support groups and the general public. And all under the auspices of ‘Transform’ programme of the British Council.

Jo Clifford, who wrote and performs the play, said:

“It is a great honour to be invited back to Brazil and incredibly exciting to be presenting our performance there.

Brazil has the highest rate of transgender murders in the world - a trans woman is killed there every 22 hours - and in that country we have a life expectancy of only 35. But the country also has groups of incredibly courageous and dedicated trans people working to improve our situation.

It is very much part of our aim as a theatre company to show solidarity with our trans sisters and brothers throughout the world and I hope our performance will play its part in changing the transphobic attitudes and values that cause our suffering.”

Annabel Cooper, the show’s producer, said:

“This invitation came about through the Creative Scotland ‘Made In Scotland’ scheme which enabled us to mount the show at Summerhall during the 2015 Edinburgh fringe.

The curator of FIT, Diego Bagagalwas one of the international producers who saw the show, fell in love with it, and decided to invite us across to the Festival.

It also enabled us deepen our collaboration with Liliane Rebelo and Paula Sousa Lopes of the British Council in Sao Paulo, and also with Natalia Mallo, who has translated the script into Portuguese and who, along with the trans actress Renata Carvalho, is mounting the forthcoming Brazilian production.”

Annabel Cooper will be accompanying the tour to film its progress; other members of the company are Susan Worsfold, the show’s director and voice coach, who will be leading a voice workshop for trans women in Sao Paulo, and Jak Soroka, a performance artist and recent graduate of the RCS, who will be acting as stage manager, lighting operator and scenic artist.

Jo Clifford explained:

“Our work is site specific. The show is tailored to whatever space it is we are to perform in. We work collectively as a team to devise the ways in which we can exploit its possibilities. It is a particular pleasure and honour to be performing in the Hall of Columns of MuseuMineiro in Bel Horizonte. It is such a beautiful space.”

“We are also delighted to welcome Jak to the company. Their expertise will be invaluable; and it is a very important part of our aim to encourage and support and collaborate queer theatre artists at the start of their careers.”

True to their principles, the Company will be travelling light. One item is essential: the tin of yeast Jo will use to make the communion bread with…


For further information, interview requests or images please contact Annabel Cooper

Notes to Editors

Written and performed by Jo Clifford.
Directed by Susan Worsfold.
Produced by Annabel Cooper.
For further details
Follow Queen Jesus on Twitter @jesusthequeen

Thursday, March 17, 2016

A fleeting encounter with Mr Death

I was frightened, yesterday, in the taxi to the hospital.

I knew when I got there a man was going to do something to my heart and the thought of it scared me.

I’d reassured everybody, of course I had, and also tried to reassure myself.

As did the leaflet they gave me when I got to the day care ward.

But somehow the words “radiofrequency ablation” filled me with dread.

And when I read about the 1 in 400 chance of having a stroke I didn’t assume, as I used to, that I would be one of the 399 to whom nothing would happen, and so had absolutely no need to worry.

Instead I found myself imagining it was going to happen to me.

I was going to walk away from it but I trust the doctor. And he was good: he told me I didn’t have to do it. He didn’t pretend that it was guaranteed to work.

But he said that if it did work he could see the potential for great benefits, and I could see that too.

The only reason I could see not to do it was that I was afraid. And that’s never a reason not to do anything.

So I signed on the dotted line and changed into a hospital gown, and thought of dear Mazz in my EVERY ONE who was so upset at seeing her mum in the ugly and demeaning gown she and me were wearing that after her mum’s death she resolved to design a better one.

In the play her mum dies of a stroke. But I wasn’t going to think of that.

Nor reflect on the fact that my veins didn’t want to be tampered with and so disappeared when the nurse tried to insert the cannula.

Instead I tried to reassure her and cracked jokes with the porter trying to manoeuvre my bed round all the awkward corners and then with the theatre nurse about the lack of paper knickers and then she injected me with the drugs and I sank into a state of almost happy semi oblivion

I’d prepared for this moment by remembering my Mr. Death from EVERY ONE. Nigel Barrett plays him so beautifully as such a steely but somehow reassuringly sympathetic figure in a dark velvet suit

And so I’d thought, well if Death’s really like Nigel it won’t be so bad.

And it wasn’t. And I barely journeyed to the threshold of death’s pre antechamber in the shape of the eerily deserted day ward where I had to spend the ight.

In a windowless and dreary place where “where the sun does not shine and the sky is empty of stars”.

And then I returned to the sweet light of day. In this earth which I so profoundly love.

Coming back with a heart strangely lightened. 

Which I take to be a good sign….

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Monday, March 14, 2016

Every One and breaking long silence

There's been a fascinating dialogue going on in Chris Goode and Company's blog between Maddy Costa, the Company's Critical Writer, and Griffyn Gilligan, the Stage Manager for EVERY ONE.
You'll find it here
... and I'd recommend it.

I've posted on it this morning, and this is what I wrote:

I like to think of my plays as presents to the actors - they're a kind of offering to them to enable them to showcase their skills. And not just the actors, but the whole creative team.
And not just them, but the audience also. I hope what they see gives them pleasure, in the richest possible sense, and gives them space to think and feel more deeply that life normally allows.
I get lots back, of course, and I wouldn't claim this process is entirely altruistic.
There's witnessing the actors' incredible sensitivity, intelligence and skill. Enjoying every aspect of the production. Listening to the audience's tears and laughter and intent silences...
And then there's discussions like these, which help me think about my work, and theatre work in general, in an entirely new way.
And I love that. So thank you.
I wish I could be with you in person to talk these things over further,.
One thing that's intrigued me very deeply is the question of why Joe is a man.
I wanted to share some of my thoughts about that.
I understand now that I needed to create a certain distance from this character, who is going through suffering that I had so recently gone through myself. I needed to detach in order not to be overwhelmed by grief. Making him a bloke is a simple thing to do.
Also, of course, when I was in my relationship with Susie I actually was living as a bloke, and the suffering we both went through because that wasn't in the end who I was is incredibly important but somehow there is no space for it in the play.
It's as if there isn't the emotional room for it, somehow. And there is really quite enough emotion going on in the play already. There's no need for any more.
 And then there's the question of censorship. I know this isn't supposed to exist in our theatre but I can assure you it does.
I began to write about trans issues in the early 1990's as a response to a commission from the Traverse to write a play about Lorca. The play was called "The Night Journey" and was rejected. And then I wrote another short play for them,  again in response to a commission, about a young trans woman whose father was a Serb general.
It, too, was rejected. And both plays were lost. I don't think the fact they were about trans issues means their rejection was altogether coincidental.
In 1996 I was commissioned to write a play for the Royal Lyceum, "War In America". Which was also rejected. I was told it was too offensive.
Then there was a long, long period in which no theatre anywhere in the UK would commission original work from me.
The writing of "God's New Frock" (2002) and "The Gospel According To Jesus Queen Of Heaven" (2007-8) was entirely self funded.
"An Apple A Day" (2009) was a lunchtime play commissioned by Oran Mor and the Traverse; and "Every One" came the following year.
"Every One" matters so much because it was the first published play produced under my name "Jo" and because it broke a long period that began with "Light In The Village" (1991) and lasted for 19 years during which I was unable to write original full length work for the theatre.
I call that censorship.
And even then when I was discussing with the Lyceum's artistic director what the play might be about he said "Please don't write any of that transgender stuff".
And I don't want to attack him or condemn him for that.
One of the ways I survived Susie's fatal illness and death was that I wrote my "Faust Part One" and "Faust Part Two" through it all. Again for the Lyceum.
I put myself into those two plays as the Poet. Who in Part One is a man and in part two a woman.
So I was completely staging the process of my transition which was taking place at the time. I would have loved to play that role, but didn't dare ask. 
For self censorship is also central to trans people's experience.
So it was (very beautifully) played by a cis man and a cis woman. But I hope one day it's staged as I intended.
 Mark Thomson, the director, supported me very strongly through this. It's important to understand he was running a theatre that depended very brutally for its subsidy on meeting audience targets, and that the core of that audience were predominantly middle class subscribers whose taste in theatre was pretty conventional.
So it's important to understand that "Every One's" form - with its direct address so prominent - was an incredibly revolutionary kind of thing in this beautiful 19th century proscenium arch theatre. Spoken in that theatre and to that audience.
It took a lot of courage to stage that play, and I'll always be grateful to Mark for that.
When my mother died, I remember being put back into the boarding school the very same day I was told. And the message was: don't talk about your grief".
And then after Susie died, I remember people crossing over to the other side of the street to avoid talking to me.
Don't talk about grief. 

This play breaks so many different kinds of silence.

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