Quick thought, Getting it all out before it goes back in. Been wondering and musing over my research into the poetry of nonsense lately.
The poetry of nonsense for me is inspired by the teachings of Jacques Lecoq and my interest in the poetic absurd possibilities of the clown. By poetic, pedagogue Jacques Lecoq meant those things that cannot be defined, that are beyond words, which bring us together. It's not intellectual, it can be a sound, a certain colour or shape and rhythm. It is universal.
'Humour is a poetry', I also heard artist Michael Leunig once quote in a podcast and so far in my experience it is. Laughter is the only free (yup! it's so cheap) and human response to disaster. We laugh because we know the abyss, and that laughter brings us together. As we’re now emerging slowly from Covid-19 isolation it’s vital that we come together, laugh (maybe even cry), share our experiences and nourish our artistic practice.
Comedy = truth + pain ( who said that? someone help me here).
Sometimes we go through experiences that feel too large or significant for words to fully capture, and that is where art and clowning becomes useful. The clown is in a state of chaos and unbalance. It is on the edge, on the fringes of society, it is in solitude, often understood deeply via its misunderstandings and failures, which is where she succeeds. And when words are not enough, we go to symbols and imagery to tell our stories. There's a significant poetry to all of this.
With every human disaster there is an opportunity to create a space for clown performance and connection. We can find human tragedies in themes about isolation, job loss, love, illness and so on. I am deeply curious about this clown territory and in a Lecoq pedagogical way I continue with my 'search' into this tragic space and it's comic possibilities.