Too many working titles – a play in progress

First of all, thanks to Taike & Galway County Council for the support I have received toward completing this play, which, as the headline suggests, is without a name.

The play will be an immersive experience with themes of civilization and wilderness, care and control, and their extremes. It grew out of talks we had with the actress Anastasia Trizna about everything she wanted to say about the world. We talked about things like over-consumption, threats women experience, threats journalists experience, political issues, power, the environment, climate catastrophe, gender issues, and everything else we know we need to change if we want to create a more just and fair world where we can live. A lot of themes, which only fell onto place when Alpine Fellowship announced their call for this year’s writing prizes: They asked submissions under the title Untamed – On Wilderness And Civilization, which seemed to tie the threats of thoughts nicely together in a bundle that can be dramatized.

However, the play is still without a name, which often tells me there is something either missing or too many things I am trying to fit under one umbrella – those at the edges get soaked, and eventually everyone is wet from the rain. My debut play, Älä jätä jälkiä (Leave No Trace) had its title from the very beginning of the five-year process of making it. The play It’s True I Love You All So Much which shall be produced by Eva’s Echo Theatre Company later this year was christened when I made the initial proposal for it for my dissertation. Apple Blossoms was Apple Blossoms from the start – and so on.

This play who behaves very differently than the rest, has been called, so far –

Wilderness through different viewpoints
Wilderness
The End of The Song Is Death
Witnessing
Their Bare Feet
Correspondence
Feel

And probably half a dozen more possible names. Maybe I should just call it Quite a few things we want to say about the world and then some. I would love to stick with bare feet, though, because I often go on walks without shoes just to experience the limitations of the physical world and to escape the civilization, which to me is a form of care that turned into control and started destroying itself – care that turned into aspiring for an excessive length of lifespan, fearing death and thoughts of deserving more and more, into layers of protection that cut the connection with the Earth.

If we wouldn’t wear shoes we would be more wary of where we step. Our feet would be able to listen.

Wilderness and Civilization – Need and Thought

Last year around this time I got an email from a stranger asking to read my script that had been shortlisted for Alpine Fellowship Theatre Prize. For some reason, I had not got the message about my own success, and was baffled for a moment.

That play was written before and just happened to fit the theme of 2020, which was forgiveness. It was a highly personal piece of writing, and has since developed into a play called IT’S TRUE I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH, which is being produced by Eva’s Echo Theatre Company in Galway. It was a piece I needed to write, an outburst of things I felt were necessary to say. A wild thing.

Today, I got the email that I wasn’t shortlisted this time around. I wasn’t expecting to be, because the piece I sent them hadn’t found its wilderness yet – it’s need to exist. The theme of this year’s competition is UNTAMED – ON CIVILIZATION AND WILDERNESS, and I am fairly grateful for the rejection since I think it will push me into direction I wouldn’t have thought otherwise.

I have also received support from Galway County Council to write the play, and now that I am not waiting results from the Fellowship, I can share a little bit of the process here – the civilization, the thought-out structure, the research, the things I want it to speak about. And hopefully amongst those thoughts is also that pull which I find makes a great play text – the pull which defines why it needs to exist.

How a Daydreamer got fond of reality

One of my artistic interests for a few years now has been the amount of “real” and the amount of “story” in any given circumstance. Obviously, we can’t get outside our own experience to ever really touch the raw reality, but there can be tremendous differences in how close we are.

For me, the interest stems from realizing how many fantasy worlds I create when I fall for a guy – I have had a stubborn tendency to like unavailable men from afar, building stories of love in my head and heart while they – most of the time – are completely unaware of their effect on me. This is, obviously, a defence mechanism: After one quite rough experience in liking another person in my twenties I wasn’t really able to let anything real in for a number of years, and to some extent I also am still processing my parents divorce from 1996, since back then I quite stubbornly decided not to.

However, in the last few years, I’ve gotten fond of trying to hang on to the real instead of the fairytales I make in my head. It’s often painful to accept, most of the times I don’t particularly like the reality – but I do know why Alice left the Wonderland. Even when the real, especially in romantic relationships, is the scariest thing, it is also something worth the attempt to make it stable. This goes also for the planet and its human-caused crisis.

To an extent, I think we all hoover in-between the land of fairies, dreams and fears, the land built from our experiences and defences, the land that can make us fall into madness or make us believe – and the embodied, which we define as real. I think both are necessary, wonderful places – but that if we constantly keep falling into rabbit holes and hoping for wonders, maybe it would do some good to stay on the ground for a while.

Islands – poem & thoughts

I’m currently living on an island and working on two projects that are directly related to islands – the other being a poetry book, and the other being an immersive theatre performance.

There is something about islands I find comforting, even when this poem out of my self-published collection might suggest otherwise. You can order the book called Queen of Wandering from jennitiera.art/shop

Somehow islands make me also face a lot of things I tend to run away from in cities. Such as the horrible knowledge that I might have to eventually leave this place that I’ve fallen in love with. Unlike avoidant and distant people, islands let me linger long enough to get attached.

I kind of prefer this to avoiding.

News! News!

This week, we have had the first two meetings of Remote Control, an artist development programme run by Brú Theatre, the Town Hall Theatre & Galway Dance Project. I’m one of the four artists selected to take part and excited to get to work. I’ll be looking at stories related to Inishmore, where I am currently living, and how to create subtle and magical immersive experiences in dialogue with them. Read more about the project and other participants from the links above!

I’m also very thankful for getting support from Galway County Council toward writing a play consisting of several monologues that explore what it is to be wild, how care turns into control, and what happens when we grow wildflowers in carefully curated conditions.

Super excited for both of these projects, which shall keep me busy enough.

Dissociation – a piece written for Glass Half Full Theatre’s weekly challenge for playwrights

Glass Half Full Theatre asked for a two minute monologue containing ten spesific words, and even when this wasn’t chosen as the weekly monologue, they did enjoy reading it – so you might, as well. Ten words underneath the piece.


DISSOCIATION

Brush teeth. Gargle. Make a pot of coffee. Eat toast, but it tastes like cardboard, soggy with butter and I only drink coffee in the mornings because I learned it should be done.

A habit, a routine, a repertoire.

Sit down.

Stare.

This is the typical day.

But now I disappear. I have felt like this before. Like my essence was smoke from a chimney on top of my head, silently drifting out when passion burns inside the gut. I want you to love me, I want so desperately for you to love me.

I want to love you. But baby,

I don’t know how.

Brush teeth. Gargle. Make a pot of coffee. Eat toast, give up eating toast. Every food requires effort, and I can’t bring myself to do it. I don’t eat because I feel hungry, I eat because

it’s a habit, a routine, a repertoire.

Sometimes I get into the car and drive around town, with no destination, accelerate toward the ocean and the bend of the road, press the brakes two seconds too late and pant on the edge, knowing that if the car had gone an inch further, I’d be drowning, kicking the doors, fists bouncing off the windows and then, silence… and the tire of the car hits a round pebble deep within blue, we bounce once, and it’s peace.

The chimney is gone, then. My essence is here. I love you. I love you so much. On that edge, when the world is ending, I can hold your hand.

And then your eyes, passion, chimney on top of my head. Smoke puffing away. My body retreats in the nook. Brush teeth, gargle,

the neighbours have decorated with streamers, I drift through the colours

disappear.


Ten words to include:

Town
Pebble
Baby
Streamers
Typical
Car
Gargle
Nook
Passion
Drive

The Secret

How is it January already? I was planning on taking a week away from the blog, but time, it sometimes just disappears while you are wandering.

Also, still not really getting back to this, just sharing some other work I did while not posting in the blog. Here’s a video of a poem written for the fundraiser for Samaritans organized by Eva’s Echo Theatre:

Last Day of November – and the last poem for now

I started to write this blog around 4th of November with the aim to write a poem every day. I skipped one day, but just because everything outside where I live was too beautiful to even try and think about how to reach anything similar with words. What I have learned is that I feel very insecure about posting things this often, as some of them are far from thought-through, but that it’s also very liberating – I quite like making and keeping promises, it’s one of the biggest freedoms of human life, as long as you are aware of your limits in making them. Also, writing every day does make you a better writer, as doing voice exercises does good for your voice and so on. Many skills of artists’ are muscles, and many things we think are undoable in the world just take many repetitive muscles, or humans.

As for now, this is the last poem. In December, I will be posting some material from my upcoming book in Finnish, and was also thinking of taking some of these poems and dissecting them for editing purposes here – but we’ll see. I would also really like to publish some of my academic writing as I never seem to have time to figure out a way to get those out anywhere, and I actually think they should be read and challenged and thought about. Also, those are already written so I can just copy and paste them! Anyway, here it goes – back in few days. (And oh look, it’s both a written version and a video!)

Thanks for all who have been reading, you genuinely make me very happy!

Villages and cities

I’m very much in two’s. I have two home countries, other by birth, other because I feel like I belong there – or because I chose it. I have two languages (although I do get by with German and Swedish as well, but would not dream of writing poetry in either of them). I have two different sides to my head, due to the other side being cut short and other growing long – and the short side is blonde and the long red. As for the kind of places where I have lived, it’s a bit more than two, but the more I grow the more I want to be in smaller neighbourhoods, villages, places where people know each other – not in cities. So for the purpose of this poem, I made it two as well.

Image credit: Pixabay

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