tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84667502732590209782024-02-18T19:52:32.160-08:00The TelleryDanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-3745877540960411152012-04-05T20:20:00.002-07:002012-04-06T05:41:27.285-07:00Fishing Not CatchingThis is a one-minute short that I co-directed with Arun Aggarwal, a young film-maker and engineering student at Ryerson. We submitted it to TUFF (Toronto Urban Film Festival). We think it tells a great story about grandsons, grandfathers, immigration, memory, and catching wisdom (if not fish) at Humber Bay Park in Toronto.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxhoE6F9tb1gHQhJ-bYuYQ7yiRXRHMfBXIMJsxAYjRvWwhTp0nmVNwK61UOsotVbIyQWQ8nnlNTT2ZKS1jFDQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-70023928234022147852012-04-05T19:43:00.003-07:002012-04-05T20:11:47.033-07:00It's Called Fishing, Not CatchingThis is a one-minute short that I co-directed with Arun Aggarwal, a young film-maker and engineering student at Ryerson. We submitted it to TUFF (Toronto Urban Film Festival). We think it tells a great story about grandsons, grandfathers, immigration, memory, and catching wisdom (if not fish) at Humber Bay Park in Toronto.<object id="BLOG_video-FAILED" class="BLOG_video_class" width="320" height="266" contentid="FAILED"></object>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-20921566552807437272012-03-03T19:04:00.002-08:002012-03-03T19:13:15.054-08:00The Listener's Tale: a myth remixOn February 23, 2012, I was invited to give a teleconference talk for the Healing Story Alliance. They have put it on their website, and here's the link: http://www.healingstory.org/events/teleconferences.html. There are a couple of minutes of introduction, then a half-hour talk, then a kind of storytelling game. For the game, I asked the teleconference participants to remember a moment of extraordinary listening, and to tell it as if it were an episode of a bigger story, a modern myth. The hero or medicine spirit of this myth is, for the purpose of the game, "Listener": the force that enables us to listen to voices that speak to us from beyond our customary bandwidth of perception, acknowledgment, and understanding. In traditional stories, there's always a moment when the hero or heroine encounters a strange creature on their quest-road, maybe a mouse, or a beggar, or a crone ... sometimes a dream. The mouse speaks: "Share your bread and I'll share my wisdom." And while the older princes and princesses walk haughtily by, the true hero stops to listen, even to a mouse, a vagabond, or a dream. This moment of extraordinary listening is the first qualification of a hero. My own belief is that in our times, remembering the importance of this ability to listen beyond the bandwidth could end up being one of the most significant things storytellers can offer to our fellow-citizens.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-50182216803964755032011-12-01T18:59:00.001-08:002011-12-01T18:59:53.440-08:002011 FOOL video<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TAb1B3FQShc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-44576721675669747692011-11-27T19:46:00.000-08:002011-11-27T19:47:09.295-08:002011 FOOL - festival of oral literatures<a href="http://http://youtu.be/TAb1B3FQShc"></a>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-75442480220988816542011-11-16T16:23:00.000-08:002011-11-16T16:25:11.342-08:00Chaucer By HeartThis article was first published in The New Quarterly. <br /><br /><br />Chaucer By Heart <br />Dan Yashinsky<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Marvin Mudrick was my teacher at university. He taught English literature and creative writing at the College of Creative Studies (which he founded) at the University of California at Santa Barbara.<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /> <br /> Professor Marvin Mudrick is the reason why I have a particular affection for women’s "haunche-bones." This little-used term for a woman's thighs comes from a scene in Chaucer's Miller's Tale, and Professor Mudrick used to recite the passage with great relish and, we all assumed, expert knowledge:<br /><br />That on a day this hende Nicholas<br />Fil with this yonge wyf to rage and pleye,<br />Whil that hir housbonde was at Oseneye,<br />As clerkes ben ful subtile and ful queynte,<br />And prively he caughte hire by the queynte,<br />And seyde, "Ywis, but if ich have my wille,<br />For deerne love of thee, lemman, I spille."<br />And heeld her harde by the haunche-bones ...<br /><br />I can't vouch for the authenticity of his Middle English accent (I always thought it had a Philadelphia edge to it), but he certainly communicated Chaucer's supremely generous understanding of sex, desire, and good, good lovin'.<br /> I ended up memorizing the Miller's Tale, all 600 lines of it, inspired by my friend Ellen Yeomans, another one of Mudrick's students in the late sixties. We were at the College of Creative Studies, at the University of California at Santa Barbara. One hot summer afternoon a few of us had climbed up Mission Canyon and were skinnydipping in one of the rock pools by Seven Falls. As we and the salamanders stretched out naked on the smooth stone, Ellen recited the entire, hour-long story. When I got back to Toronto, I spent a whole summer jamming every couplet into my faulty memory. I was driving around Ontario on a storytelling tour, so there were many hours on remote highways where I could talk to myself in the car, unafraid that other drivers would take me for a lunatic as I went over my lines.<br /> Learning the Miller's Tale by heart is one of the most useful things I've ever done. Mudrick had a way of teaching literature that made it feel practical, important, as if novels, poems, and plays carried real weight in the world. As if it mattered that those pilgrims made their way to Canterbury, yarnspinning on the King's Highway; or that Boswell caught and commemorated Dr. Johnson's conversation; or that we ourselves, scratching away at fiction in his creative writing classes, were doing something of value in the late twentieth century, and sometimes something noble.<br /> How is it useful knowing all that Middle English in my head? For one thing, I can recite Chaucer as I swim laps. If I swim a mile, I'm usually climbing out of the pool about the time Alisoun, the Carpenter's wife, and Nicholas, the horny student who rents a room in their house, are finally hopping into bed: "and ther was the revel and the melodye." The best use to which I put the poem was when our second son was in the neo-natal intensive care unit at Toronto's Hospital for Sick Children. Once we got over the shock of catastrophe that attended his birth, I started sitting by his crib telling stories, reciting Chaucer, reading The Jungle Book and Just So Stories aloud and trying to convince him the world was too beautiful for a short visit. We used to say that, if he survived, his first words would either be "beep beep beep" from the ubiquitous monitors or "Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote ..." Our son lived, thanks to the doctors and nurses and his own fierce courage, and we've wondered ever since if hearing a non-stop stream of words and stories -especially about love and desire, likerous young women and guys who know they'll spill if they don't get their fill - may have provided the beacon his soul needed to find its way in. I've heard that Buddhists chant sutras to the dying. Perhaps we need to sing lullabies and tell fairytales to the fragile babies in the NICU.<br /> Another useful thing about knowing poems in your head is that you've got a stock of quotes that tend to pop up at life's odder moments. Sometimes when I'm not sure where someone is, I remember what the monk told Absolon, Alisoun's unlucky admirer, when he asked where John the Carpenter was: "Wher that he be, I kan nat soothly seyn." When I hear a friend has broken up with boyfriend or girlfriend, I remember what happened when Absolon falls quickly out of love with Alisoun after kissing her, not on her mouth, but in an unexpectedly rough and long yherd place, considerably south of her beautiful face: "His hoote love was coold, and al yqueynt."<br /> Speaking of queynts, there are things you learn about a poem or story when you memorize it and say it out loud. As a storyteller, you catch the rhymes and echoes on your tongue, and that opens a new sense of the poem. For example, the Miller's Tale may be the only example in world literature of a quadruple entendre. The first entendre of one of Chaucer's favourite words is in the passage I quoted above, when we find out that Nicholas, the horny astrologer-clerk, has figured out his landlord is out of town and that voila, his gorgeous young wife has just come into his room: As clerkes ben ful subtile and ful queynte; that is, cunning. He has pIanned his assault on her virtue well. In the very next line, just before Nicholas confesses his desire to Alisoun while holding her hard by her haunche-bones, he starts his courtship with a part of her anatomy just above them: "And prively he caughte hire by the queynte." She wasn't too impressed, at least not until he gan mercy for to crye, and spak so faire, and profred him so faste. We may well imagine just what he was proferring to convince her to become his lover. So the second queynte is what the Wife of Bath sweetly calls her belle chose. The third entendre shows up when the Carpenter, convinced by Nicholas that the flood is coming, runs to tell his beloved Alisoun the bad news. She's in on the plot, of course: And she was war, and knew it bet than he, what al this queynte cast was for to seye. In this context, it again means something like ingenious or clever. But what a splendid pun - for the trick they're playing on the stupid, jealous husband is indeed all about her queynte. The fourth change Chaucer rings on it comes in the line I quoted above, the one I remember when my friends' hearts are broken, as Absolon's hot love became instantly cold and, graphically, yqueynt: quenched. The same word rhymes with cleverness, cunt, ingenious, and quenched; and echoes the progress - or lack of it - of the protagonists seeking access to Alisoun's belle chose.<br /> When you read it aloud, or tell it from memory, you quickly discover that Chaucer wrote for the ear. Apparently he would read his pieces aloud to the lords and ladies at court. Besides hearing the astonishing music in the language, it seems to me the stories unroll in a cinematic way when you say them out loud. Sometimes you realize that Chaucer has pointed his camera at angles and scenes the words only hint at. For example, after the Carpenter has entered Nicholas's room - after breaking down the door with his knave, "who was a strong carl for the nones" - he finds Nicholas sitting immobile, just as the knave described (he'd come up earlier and peeked in through a hole at the bottom of the door). After the Carpenter exhorts him to wake up and think on God "as we doon, men that swynke" - that is, work - Nicholas says that he'll reveal the terrible secret of the impending aquatic destruction of the world, but only and privately to John. He says, "Fecche me drynke, and after wol I speke in pryvetee of certeyn thyng that toucheth me and thee." As a teller of this story, I know exactly where he's looking as he says this line. Chaucer doesn't spell it out, but if you let your mind's eye dwell on the scene you'll catch a glimpse of the knave standing over by the now-doorless doorway. How could he tear himself away from the strange mise-en-scene? He's lurking there, hoping to find out why Nicholas was staring up into the air for two days straight, and especially hoping to hear the revelation that Nicholas has just promised to tell his boss, the good, dumb, hard-swynking Carpenter. As he tells the Carpenter to bring the beer that his apocalyptic secret requires, he glances over at the hovering, eavesdropping knave. "I wol telle it noon oother man, certeyn," he whispers to John, glaring at the strong carl who is by now scurrying away, daunted by Nicholas' baleful gaze.<br /> It doesn't matter if this is in the text. Beyond Chaucer's words is the story, the world, if you will, where the various shenanigans of the Miller's Tale take place. In Tanzania, the traditional storytellers begin: "I have been and I have seen." Their audience calls back: "See so that we may see." Chaucer doesn't need to tell us where Nicholas is looking because he trusts that we, hearing the tale, are seeing it as fully and richly as our imaginations allow. <br /> Another example of how telling the story releases new meaning comes early on, when we first meet Nicholas. He's a typical student, from the thirteenth or twenty-first century. He likes to jam on a stringed instrument, drink way too much beer, chase girls, dabble in things spiritual, and mooch off his friends. Describing his musical talents, Chaucer tells us: <br />And al above ther lay a gay sautrie, <br />On which he made a-nyghtes melodie <br />So swetely that al the chambre rong; <br />And Angelus ad virgenem he song; <br />And after that he song the kynges noote. <br />Ful often blessed was his myrie throte." <br /><br />Generations of scholars, apparently, have struggled to figure out just what song "the kynges noote" may be. In the text Mudrick used, Chaucer's Major Poetry, edited by Albert C. Baugh, we learn in a footnote that "All attempts to identify this song or tune are unconvincing." However, if you've ever been a student, and sat around drinking beer and playing guitars or sautries, thinking of all the girls in town who may be angels or virgins or likerous eighteen-year-olds, but are, most of them, just plain unavailable, you'll know that this isn't a song at all. It's very likely that Nicholas - after singing his holy, seduction-worthy ballads - let go with a good, lonely-guy-in-his-bedroom burp. "The kynges noote" is Medieval slang for the slightly subversive rude noise that somehow needs to be expressed just after hymns, ballads, or reverences to distant authorities. Or it could be a fart. But I vote for a traditional undergraduate burp - and when better than after singing, lustily and longingly, Angelus ad virginem. Can I prove my theory? Of course not. But it seems to me true to the scene, to the character, to the story, and to my own memory of student life. So when I recite the Miller's Tale I imagine Nicholas's hearty burp. You'll see and hear your own mind-movie, of course.<br /> Professor Mudrick used to teach us that Chaucer was the greatest poet in the history of literature, not only because he dwelled at the very wellsprings of the English language (all of its linguistic streams had come together recently, and are still audible in Middle English); not only because, Mozart-like, he was able to write with humour about terribly serious things; he was the greatest poet because he measured and expressed human life with the greatest and most compassionate moral compass. There was room for everyone on the pilgrimage. One little phrase gives a clue to this moral vision. Nicholas and Alisoun are in the midst of planning the ruse that will buy them a night of amorous bliss. It involves, you'll recall, convincing the Carpenter that a flood of Noah-like magnitude is coming, and that he must hang three tubs in the rafters so they can all escape the water. In plotting their trick, while the Carpenter was again out of town, <br />Hende Nicholas and Alisoun <br />Acorded been to this conclusioun, <br />That Nicholas shal shapen hym a wyle<br />This sely jalous housbonde to bigyle;<br />And if so be the game wente aright,<br />She sholde slepen in his arm al nyght,<br />For this was his desir and hire also.<br /><br />The scene ends on a purely Chaucerian note. We're reminded that, yes, it was the impetuous Nicholas who initiated this affair, but it is, in fact, a mutual choice of intimacy. Without her sovereign decision to take him as her lover (and we know from the Wife of Bath that sovereynetee is the thing that all women most desire), love would not be possible. The last three words - and hire also - come almost as an afterthought, a throwaway line to cap the scene; but in Chaucer's moral universe they become a delicate reminder of the nature of true desire even in the middle of his bawdy yarn. <br /> I was a student at the College of Creative Studies from its first year until 1972. Once I stopped being scared of him, I spent as much time as possible in Mudrick's classes and office. Chaucer led me to Homer, then on to Icelandic sagas, then into the world of storytelling. That journey has taken me to festivals and gatherings all around the world. I often think that Mudrick, who died in l986, was like Harry Bailly for his Californian literature students. Harry was the Keeper of the Taberd Inn on the high road to Canterbury, and it was his passion for stories that launches the Tales. Seeing this likely group of travellers show up at his Inn, he insists that each of them tell their own story - "tales of best sentence and moost solaas" - along the way: For trewely, confort ne myrthe is noon, to ride by the weye doumb as a stoon. Mudrick believed that a life lived without literature and music and art is indeed to live stoon-doumb.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-25279710341975474392011-11-16T16:21:00.000-08:002011-11-16T16:23:40.883-08:00FOOL - festival of oral literaturesThe 2011 FOOL - festival of oral literatures was a blast ... Check out www.foolfestival.ca for a video of this year's event.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-13792185423004174132011-08-21T07:37:00.000-07:002011-08-21T07:38:13.857-07:00The Mayor and the StorytellerThis came out in the Toronto Star on Saturday, August 20. It's a storytelling take on the use of metaphor in politics, focussed on Toronto's current mayor, Rob Ford.
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<br />http://www.thestar.com/news/article/1041607--the-tale-of-rob-ford-and-how-he-s-lost-the-plot?bn=1Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-77647750955951700332011-05-09T07:28:00.000-07:002011-05-09T07:54:35.132-07:00Your wild-haired, sockless storytellerThis lovely article came out in The Star on Thursday, May 3. Catherine Porter dropped by with her amazing kid Lyla, and not only did they stay and listen for an hour, they did a great tandem telling. The storytent has been one of my favourite places to explore storytelling. Since I began, with support to Storytelling Toronto from the Metcalf Foundation, more than a thousand people have stopped by to talk story. It has been a true case of "build it and they will come ... and tell their stories!"
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<br />Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-46700583027179284322011-01-03T14:48:00.000-08:002011-01-03T14:59:04.085-08:002010 FOOL - festival of oral literatures videoThe 2010 FOOL - festival of oral literatures took place Oct. 21 - 24. I worked with co-founder/co-director Lisa Pijuan-Nomura and a great production team (Dave Pijuan-Nomura, Andrew Gooderham, Luigi Bianco, and my son Natty Zavitz) to bring this celebration of the arts of voice and story to more than 600 people. FOOL happened in houses, libraries, the JCC, Artscape Wychwood Barns, Na-Me-Res, and the Alliance Française. I hope you enjoy the video that Luigi Bianco, our videographer, put together.<br /><br />LINK: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDKn01ehe-U<br /><br /><br /><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDKn01ehe-U?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDKn01ehe-U?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></object>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-692527805374941822010-12-13T16:33:00.000-08:002010-12-13T16:59:08.688-08:00Talking You In news<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDE8M0ZTriJuTCSeoCfO1kC8AxrPDV1JTR8AL8f4Vk_7NNYzNw71sLr0-Oe52zMGuVTZZifjC9do34vQ7WOMcwYm-8LjCTHp7kGsuy8_cSwjQ1-3NOWaWdhOLxCh738j48oy8tK8degaY/s1600/Dan+%2526+Brian+at+Hospital+for+Sick+Children.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDE8M0ZTriJuTCSeoCfO1kC8AxrPDV1JTR8AL8f4Vk_7NNYzNw71sLr0-Oe52zMGuVTZZifjC9do34vQ7WOMcwYm-8LjCTHp7kGsuy8_cSwjQ1-3NOWaWdhOLxCh738j48oy8tK8degaY/s320/Dan+%2526+Brian+at+Hospital+for+Sick+Children.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550334154952821250" /></a>Photo credit: Lori Ives-Baine, taken Oct. 30, 2010 at the Hospital for Sick Children, Toronto<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Talking You In</span>, the "canta storia" that I wrote with composer/musician Brian Katz has travelled quite a bit this fall. It is the story of a father who tells "emergency" stories to his baby son in the neo-natal intensive care unit. It is a kind of Scheherazade story, where voice and story make an essential link for parents trying to humanize the terrifying environment of the NICU. We performed it at the Barbican in London, England, as part of their Performance Storytelling series (curated by Crick Crack Club). We also did it as a keynote at the National Perinatal Conference, in Washington, DC. And we were delighted to present it at the launch of It Was Midnight On The Ocean - the neo-natal intensive care unit book of rhymes and stories, edited by Celia Barker Lottridge. This booklet was commissioned by the Hospital for Sick Children, in Toronto, as a way to develop their family-centred care approach. It was inspired by the interest of staff and NICU parents in Talking You In, and I was honored to work with Celia, Dr. Jonathan Hellmann (Clinical Chief, NICU), and Jonathan Blumberg (whose Sasha Bella Fund, named in memory of his daughter, provided funding). The launch was a fundraiser for Parent-Child Mother Goose program, which was a partner in the booklet project. <div><br /></div><div>Talking You In continues its journey through the critical care community. In Washington, a woman who works in an NICU and also had had a child born in one commented afterwards that the story allowed her to cry for the first time since her son was born. I asked how old he was, and she answered, "Twenty-one." </div><div><br /></div><div>If you'd like to listen to a demo of Talking You In (recorded 2 1/2 years ago), please write to dan.yashinsky@sympatico.ca and I'll send it to you as a zipped mp3 file. </div>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-26764241866835182642010-10-07T19:56:00.001-07:002010-10-07T19:57:46.806-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_wAf8CdxgVkADBLZxInILhyphenhypheneQzNxY93LHJ_d6PGNyBHKc1189gWk-nJ-eVStbJaKZbnbR6Q_mEZWfrJUp0z8AU2ByFEa5oweMQ6OMp_U07TEzWtC-l5kBScS2UiH1Ev-cKSlh3fCuGme/s1600/FOOL-flyer-front-web.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_wAf8CdxgVkADBLZxInILhyphenhypheneQzNxY93LHJ_d6PGNyBHKc1189gWk-nJ-eVStbJaKZbnbR6Q_mEZWfrJUp0z8AU2ByFEa5oweMQ6OMp_U07TEzWtC-l5kBScS2UiH1Ev-cKSlh3fCuGme/s320/FOOL-flyer-front-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525503917030051154" /></a><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br />My friend Lisa Pijuan-Nomura and I are pleased (and surprised: she and Dave had their baby Max Antonio 5 weeks ago, and then he needed an operation from which, thank goodness, he's recovering well) to announce that the second edition of FOOL - festival of oral literatures is starting soon. This is a celebration of the arts of voice and story, and it brings together storytellers, performance poets, theatre artists, tradition-keepers, and dancers who use narrative. You may remember from last year that FOOL happens in house concerts and at the Artscape Wychwood Barns; this year we've added Alliance Française, the Miles Nadal Jewish Community Centre, Palmerston Library. As we did last year, the first two nights will wind up with an after-party at Terrazza Restaurant, on Harbord just east of Ossington. Our special guests this year include Laura Simms (New York), one of North America's greatest storytellers; Hilary Peach, an incredible performance poet from Gabriola Island; our good friend Alan Shain, spinning poignant hilarity from his wheelchair; Éric Gauthier, a fine young teller from Québec; and we even have a surprise guest: the wonderful Regina Machado, from Sao Paulo, Brazil - founder/director of Boca do Ceu International Storytelling Festival.<br /><br />For all of the program info and to order tickets (highly recommended due to the intimate size of some of the venues), please visit www.foolfestival.ca.<br /><br />I'm doing four things this year as a teller and teacher. On Thursday, Oct. 21, I'm telling with Éric and Regina at Sagatay (Native Men's Residence), on Vaughan Road south of St. Clair. I performed there last year, and the front room is a magical, firelit hall, with a trace of sweetgrass in the air. I'm telling a new story titled Stormfool's Cool Gig, a pretty wild tall tale about a freelance storyteller who gets the best job in the world. I just did it at the Israel Storytelling Festival in Ramat Gan. Lots of fun. Regina will be telling stories from Afro-Brazilian traditions, and Éric brings his surreal Montreal yarns and a great retelling of the story of Ganesh.<br /><br />On Saturday morning, Oct. 23, I'm hosting Bread and Stories at the Barns from 10 - 12 at farmers' market at the Artscape Wychwood Barns. Some of you know this is a regular gig for me, while I've been working as Storytelling Toronto's Storyteller-in-Residence this year. On Oct. 23 I'll be joined by my friends Celia Lottridge, Adwoa Badoe, Dahlia Eagle-Ellis, and Gurpreet Chana for a morning of stories and music. It's free, and we'd love to have you come out to the market.<br /><br />That afternoon, from 1 - 3 pm, I'm co-teaching, with photographer Dave Pijuan-Nomura, a workshop titled See So That We May See. This is an exploration of how storytellers can "see" and re-imagine their stories, discovering what lies beyond the text. Dave and I will be asking participants to visualize their stories in a cinematic way. Should be fun and challenging. Bring your mind's eye and your imaginary cameras.<br /><br />And on Sunday, Oct. 24, we're doing And The Story Changed Everything, from 5 - 6:30 pm at the Miles Nadal Jewish Community Centre. This session includes Laura Simms, Alan Shain, the great jazz/klezmer/improv guitarist Brian Katz, Regina Machado, and me. Brian and I will be performing Talking You In, the piece we do about a father telling stories to his son in the neo-natal intensive care unit. (If you can't make it on the 24th, we're doing it again at the Hospital for Sick Children on Oct. 30 as part of a fundraiser for Parent-Child Mother Goose Program.) <br /><br />Besides these events, FOOL is full of great house concerts, a main-stage gala on Saturday night, FOOL en français (at the Alliance Française), and a very funny show on Sunday afternoon (3 -5 pm) at Palmerston Library, which features National Theatre of the World, the greatest improv troupe in Canada.<br /><br />Hope to see you at some or all of these FOOL sessions!Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-49319524003840629012010-08-09T12:59:00.000-07:002010-08-09T13:03:07.471-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4llrvqZr-NOJG5dC_3hz44FsaWGD1jhaVsyESRJiecAQa3kRm0YOg7twotOfOiVpntGPC7sD1OIN3JFy4uVUfbpdEhwQLNTqfGUVlPanVzQ0oh-dmnvg80Ve4Ds-jOcWygFiu_1gpCLHK/s1600/Dan+at+Music+Garden,+Aug.+8.10.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4llrvqZr-NOJG5dC_3hz44FsaWGD1jhaVsyESRJiecAQa3kRm0YOg7twotOfOiVpntGPC7sD1OIN3JFy4uVUfbpdEhwQLNTqfGUVlPanVzQ0oh-dmnvg80Ve4Ds-jOcWygFiu_1gpCLHK/s320/Dan+at+Music+Garden,+Aug.+8.10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503502770986089282" /></a><br />Performed at The Music Garden with the great mbira virtuous Rainos Mutamba and my all-time guitar wizard friend Brian Katz. We did dilemma stories from around the world. The weather was rainy all day, but cleared just in time for the show. Storytelling magic? The Music Garden, on Queen's Quay just east of Bathurst St., is one of the most wonderful venues for live performance in the city. Our show was the first time they'd presented storytelling. Everyone (most of all us!) was amazed at the big crowd that came out. The photo of me perching on a rock is by my friend Dolores Steinman.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-31956656875541948402010-07-15T08:31:00.000-07:002010-07-15T08:38:03.018-07:00I'll be at Toronto's wonderful Music Garden with two great musicians - Brian Katz, guitarist, and Rainos Mutamba, mbira player - on August 8 at 4 pm. We're doing The King's Feast, a concert of dilemma tales, riddles, jazz, and traditional Zimbabwean music. The show is free - hope to see you there.<br /><br />Other performance news:<br />Brian Katz and I are taking Talking You In, our canta storia about a father telling stories to his baby in the neo-natal intensive care unit, to the Barbican (October 15, and to The Times Cheltenham Literature Festival, October 16. We are then keynoting with Talking You In at the National Perinatal Association in Washington in early November.<br /><br />I'll be travelling to the Israel Storytelling Festival September 23 - 30 (with support from the Canada Council for the Arts). I'm doing a talk about the art of storytelling, and a performance of Stormfool's Cool Gig, a new "tall tale" about a freelance storyteller who gets the best gig in the world.<br /><br />And as of August 6, I'm back in the Storytent at farmers' market at the Artscape Wychwood Barns (601 Christie St., 2 south of St. Clair Avenue West), trading yarns with anyone who drops by from 10 am - 1 pm. Come by and we'll "talk story."Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-12686131717602340412010-07-08T09:13:00.000-07:002010-07-08T09:17:47.348-07:00Can a folktale go viral? The Tellery and Center for Digital Storytelling have done our second storytelling video. This is part of the Future Folklore project. The story is based on a traditional legend found in several northern countries. You can read my own version of it in Suddenly They Heard Footsteps - Storytelling for the Twenty-first Century, as part of a longer story titled The Storyteller At Fault. For our Youtube telling, the story is told in the second person present tense. Hope you enjoy it! Jennifer Lafontaine (Director of the Toronto branch of Center for Digital Storytelling) and I had fun finding the location. It's a small park north of Queen Street near Leslie. We were amazed to find the rock with the word "spirit" carved into it - very appropriate for this story.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADvoZf5StkU&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADvoZf5StkU&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-33097127601485102752010-04-23T16:40:00.000-07:002010-04-23T16:41:29.220-07:00Future Folklore Part 1<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2VFZ_kQa_g&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2VFZ_kQa_g&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-8328069939181000212010-03-08T11:13:00.000-08:002010-03-08T11:18:30.025-08:00Lost Rivers of Toronto updateMy son Nathaniel Zavitz and I are working on a script for a movie titled Lost Rivers of Toronto. It is a triple love story, a comedy, and an exploration of the things about Toronto we love the most. I'll post updates about the development of this film as they happen. It is currently being considered by a producer. Storytelling and film share one artistic imperative: suspense. Natty and I are both passionate about the principle, "Never play an ace when a two will do." As a kid he once commented (about a movie called Finding Forrester), "They left too little unknown." This is still the best criticism I've ever heard, of film, storytelling, or any other artform. Stay tuned to more news about Lost Rivers!Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-42907885785237447752010-01-21T07:01:00.001-08:002010-01-21T07:06:19.058-08:00Future Folklore Project on YoutubeI'm working with Jennifer Lafontaine, at the Center for Digital Storytelling, on the Future Folklore Project. It's an experiment to see if folktales can go viral on the web. Our first video - "You're walking on a dark road ..." - has been entered into the Cuentocorto storytelling video contest (wish us luck!). Here's the link: http://storycentre.wordpress.com. Or just search Future Folklore on Youtube. Instead of doing a presentational approach, with the viewer/listener a spectator of a taped performance, Future Folklore puts folktales into the second person present tense. "You" are the hero of the story. My aim is to shake up the frame a bit, to subvert the distancing forces of camera, screen, geographic isolation. And also to have fun by telling stories in a new way. We'll be launching 10 folktales over the next few months. Who knows? Maybe one of them will get zapped and forwarded around the world.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-44644238212462687302009-10-12T17:26:00.000-07:002009-12-21T20:16:41.203-08:00Storytelling on Quadra Island CDThis summer I was on Quadra Island, on the east coast of Vancouver Island. I'd gone there to interview Robert Bringhurst, poet and scholar of oral tradition (not to mention designer, typographer, and translator of Haida mythology). My old friend Ron Evans, a great traditional storyteller and Metis oral historian, was also on Vancouver Island, with José Brown, his ceremonial apprentice and storytelling companion. The stars aligned in such a way that we were all able to stay at Heron Guest House, on Heriot Bay, on Quadra Island. While there, we had a storytelling soirée, hosted by Linda Inrig, the keeper of the guest house. She ordered oysters (from across the bay) and put the wine on to chill, and, despite a downpour, about a dozen people, two dogs, and a ring-neck dove gathered in her living room. I recorded the stories, and am delighted that a double-CD is now available. Storytelling on Quadra Island is an unusual CD. Along with our mix of traditional, personal, and historical stories, you'll hear the hiss of the fire, the rain on the roof, the dogs padding across the floor, a very squeaky chair, the ocean a few metres away, and the dove (who seems to come in right on cue). It was a wonderfully intimate time and place for storytelling, and I only realized afterwards that the recording would work as a CD. Ron and I have known each other for more than thirty years. He's one of my true storytelling heroes. It was an honour and a huge delight to swap stories back and forth with him. We hope, if you listen to Storytelling on Quadra Island, some of this friendship, spontaneity, and joy comes through. To order, write to: dan_yashinsky@hotmail.com OR use the Paypal buttons on the CD page. They're available for $25 Cdn. plus postage.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-5164049240243438832009-10-05T12:13:00.000-07:002009-10-05T12:19:33.117-07:00F.O.O.L. - festival of oral literaturesDelighted to announce the first-ever F.O.O.L. - festival of oral literatures, which I'm co-directing with good friend and amazing storyteller Lisa Pijuan-Nomura. Please drop by www.foolfestival.ca for the full schedule. It runs Oct. 22 - 25, in house concerts, a farmers' market, The Barns, and Bread and Circus at Kensington Market. We would love to see you there! Lots of experimental storytelling, dance, spoken word, dub poetry, and two of the finest mbira players this side of Zimbabwe.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-82000759903350145632009-04-16T06:46:00.000-07:002009-04-16T06:55:09.167-07:00Article coming out in JEU revue de théâtreJEU, a theatre journal in Québec, asked me to write an article about the Festival interculturel du conte de québec, founded and directed by my friend Marc Laberge. They wanted the perspective of someone from outside the quebeçois storytelling movement. I've been a big fan of storytelling in Québec, both in French and English, ever since I heard the incomparable Jocelyn Bérubé thirty years ago. Until I met Jocelyn, I had never dreamed that the art of storytelling could be so rooted in traditional stories and so avant-garde at the same time. He remains, for me, one of my all-time storytelling heroes - one of the greatest lyric storytellers in the world. Over the last thirty years, the storytelling renaissance has developed rapidly, and one of the places where it has found the richest soil is Québec. Storytellers there are experimenting with repertoire, performance styles, audiences, venues - and as a result they have attracted some wonderful younger tellers.<br /><br />The piece is called Les fusées improbables: notes sur le Festival interculturel du conte de Québec, (translated by Michel Vaïs) and is coming out in the next issue of JEU (www.revuejeu.org), which is devoted to storytelling.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-52144566195000745402009-04-16T06:36:00.000-07:002009-04-16T06:41:43.794-07:00Radio documentary on CBC Radio TapestryCBC Radio One's show Tapestry recently aired (on Easter Sunday) a radio documentary about my experience as a father with a baby in the neo-natal intensive care unit at Toronto's Hospital for Sick Children. Ines Colabrese was the producer, and she brought together extensive interviews to create a fifteen-minute piece. It includes the remarkable story of my neighbour, Liliane Scarpellino, who brought across the street her life-affirming story just when we most needed to hear it. You can catch the documentary at CBC's archives: http://www.cbc.ca/tapestry/archives/2009/041209.html<br /><br />This was the hospital experience that led to the creation of Talking You In, a canta storia about storytelling in the NICU, which is set to the music of Brian Katz.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-79736911489638399312009-02-04T10:29:00.000-08:002009-02-04T10:30:37.971-08:00Stories and BordersFound this while I was digging around my UNICEF files. A few years ago I was UNICEF Canada's storyteller-in-residence. I still like this short description.<br /><br /><br />STORIES AND BORDERS <br /><br />“The story is our escort,” says African writer Chinua Achebe, reminding us that today’s world is full of borders. They are drawn on maps and in minds. They separate countries, groups, and generations. But stories escort us into new territory. They carry a safe-conduct and pass freely through every frontier. A story can begin in English, travel for awhile in Ojibway, grow Arabic roots, wear Xhosa robes, and wind up in Chinese. Aladdin came to Quebec and became a trickster named Ti-Jean. Wherever stories are told and valued, they help humans communicate the things that most need to be remembered. “You must invent your own literature,” writes Vivian Paley about a class of four-year-olds (in The Boy Who Would Be A Helicopter) “if you are to connect your ideas to the ideas of others.” Stories cross time as well as geography, sharing their wisdom across generations. A story, they say, is a letter sent to us from yesterday. When we receive it we add our own message and send it on to tomorrow. Long before humans fought over borderlines in the sand, we laughed together at storylines around a shared fire. Story is our first language, our universal Mother Tongue.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-40724880269178250042009-01-28T10:12:00.001-08:002009-01-28T10:18:33.755-08:00Check out The New Quarterly winter issueThe winter issue of The New Quarterly has just come out. I have a piece in it called Chaucer By Heart. It is a tribute to Marvin Mudrick, my literature professor at the College of Creative Studies, University of California at Santa Barbara. It is also about the value of knowing poetry by heart, in this case, the Miller's Tale from Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. At one point in my life, I memorized the whole thing, all 600 lines of rhyming Middle English couplets. This is probably the most useful thing I've ever done. Having that much Chaucer in my head has proven to be an excellent companion on the road, good counsel at troubling moments, and a great way to get through my laps in the swimming pool. Check out www.tnq.ca to find out more about this fine Canadian literary journal.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466750273259020978.post-77866894872581273082008-11-04T16:41:00.000-08:002008-11-04T16:49:15.877-08:00News from Grant LandJust received the welcome news that I was given a Chalmers Arts Fellowship from the Ontario Arts Council. The grant will fund a year's worth of travel, research, thinking, and storytelling around the theme of whether a new myth is coming to life through the voices of the contemporary storytelling renaissance. There's a Gaelic saying that "every force evolves a form." I'm curious to explore the nature of the force that evolved the form of modern storytelling. The grant will help me travel to Hudson Bay to talk to Pennishish about his Omushkego myth-cycles; to Sao Paulo to talk to Regina Machado, one of the world's great thinkers about story; to British Columbia to spend time with Robert Bringhurst. I'm also hoping to interview Laura Simms, Sean Kane, Ursula LeGuin, Kay Stone, Bruno de la Salle, Ben Haggarty, and other storytellers, scholars, and imaginers. Not quite sure what the fruit of this journey will be - maybe an audio journal, or series of talks/tellings, or essay. 1,001 thanks to the Chalmers family for endowing the fellowship, and to Ontario Arts Council for helping artists undertake new adventures.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618499451936918355noreply@blogger.com0