These are notes from a Beverly call after World Trade disaster for our NY A C N group to consider:
I spoke with Beverly yesterday, she has been thinking of us constantly and is sorry to not be more in touch; she’s pretty strung out about WTC herself.
I wanted to see if there was some way of working with ACN and/or Beverly on the issues I was facing as a New Yorker --- were there things the process could do to help me deal with my issues --- taking subways, losing a job and a building I loved, seeing the empty hole every day, etc., etc., going to funerals --- so, Chris said to call and see what Beverly had to say.
She had lots to say:
1. We should throw out regular meeting and do a clearing space meeting, tonight, whenever – more below on how to
2. We should really, really try to make both the SHINDIG and Nov. 4 meeting in Philadelphia, she feels there are invaluable tools in both these events that are especially useful now and we would be “welcomed with open arms,” picked up, put up, whatever; she really pushed that we come, I told her some of us felt the desire to be closer to home now and she very much understood that but really pushed that we come out, not very far away and be with our other acners, she said we’d find a “family we never knew we had”
3. She would like to come and meet with us on Tuesday, Oct. 30, or the 31st if she has to, 30th best for her but would change if didn’t work for us, it would mean an extra meeting or a changed meeting, I vote for changed
About 1. A meeting for CLEARING THE SPACE
leave all completion stuff out
use one quote in the beginning and one at end, you’ll see a big difference
everyone tells their stories about wtc --- no interruption, no interpretation, no judgement, a safe space
everyone tells who they are being --- go as far as you can go, be outrageous
everyone takes a stand
this is to clear the space so we can move on
Beverly has done it a few times with groups and results have been great, everyone is feeling this tragedy, artists everywhere are wondering how to proceed in light of such a major event, Beverly sees need for art even more now, --- “the world needs it!”
mpkane, storyteller, writer, photographer
It was the way I always wanted New York to be, the way I always envisioned my life here.
Walking down a street after a performance, catching up with a group of dancers and their friends ambling along and being warmly greeted by them and told how much they liked my work.
We continue walking side by side, a group of artists who have just performed different pieces in a group show.
Coming up on the other side of the dance group now are two women dancers from a more experimental group, carrying a huge plastic bag full of props. The first dance group hoots and hollers and howls like a dog showing the women that they remember their set. Everyone laughs. People walking by look at us with interest, the way I always do when I see groups of people laughing and talking together and it looks like so much fun. At those times I wonder what their bond is, their history, and, sometimes, envy it.
This night was the way I had always wanted New York to be but it hadn’t happened often --- walking along after a show, greeting each other, encouraging and congratulating each other, then deciding in smaller groups where to go --- down the subway steps and home or out to eat. The two women from the dance group ask me to join them for margaritas but I say “no.” I’ve worked all week at a day job, performed tonight and we have another gig tomorrow up in Harlem. Later I’m real sorry that I didn’t go with them. Those opportunities don’t come along all the time.
Still, it’s a warm late September evening on the lower east side of Manhattan, way down. The air is soft and lilting and I’m relaxed after my earlier horrid pre-show nerves.
It was one of those nights when New York was the way I always thought it could be, New York at its best --- people creating, the audience responding, a group of artists showing the many different versions of our art --- sharing our work, our walk, our city and the soft sweet night.
by Mary Pat Kane, rewritten while waiting for my mentee in a cold coffee shop, Sunday, March 4, 2012
An image from my Prospect Park 2008 calendar, taken from my blog Prospect: A Year in the Park. One of many projects that got accomplished with the invaluable help of the Artist Conference Network process.