I went to an audition the day I turned 21. The callback involved a series of writing prompts for ultra-short plays lasting around 2 minutes. They could be many things, but they had to be true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I ended up turning in a couple of plays about how I\u2019d grown up in a strange old house that I\u2019d always thought was haunted. Those callback pieces ended up turning into a series of close to 100 ultra-short plays, mixed and matched in various combinations during performance, where I tried to understand what ghosts were and whether they were real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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From Ghosts: Vol. 8 –<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Do you hear the sighs, the groans<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The songs<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The cries<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The footsteps<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n You can imagine them if you need to<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n It shouldn\u2019t make a difference<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n I never did come up with any kind of concrete answer. Instead, I came to a place where I was more comfortable living in the gray. Odds are, no one will ever be able to definitively prove that ghosts exist, but what difference does that really make when we\u2019re experiencing their effects? When something is haunting us, does it really matter whether we can prove to the world that it fits some kind of socially constructed definition of what counts as real, or does it matter that, for one reason or another, something is crying out for us to hear?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vol. 8 –<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n You can try ignoring them<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Good luck<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n You can close your ears and your mind<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n But the voices will shine through<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n In your empathy<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Your convictions<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Your hesitations<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Looking ahead at what may be a dark, heavy time in my life and in our collective story, I\u2019ve been thinking a lot about what ghosts may be haunting us right now. What unfinished business and half-learned lessons are we being forced to pay attention to? What stories from the past are looping back around with renewed urgency and vitality?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t know the answer yet. We\u2019ll have to wait and see. But whether we\u2019re talking about spirits, stories, or something else difficult to grasp, we\u2019re staring down a very charged, very haunted time. And even more so than listening to the haunting voices already there, I think we need to start figuring out what makes it worth it for us to cry out in the night. I feel this especially keenly as an artist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From Ghosts: Vol. 4 –<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n What if the inspiration gnawing at us is really ghosts trying to get us to use their stories\u2014now our stories\u2014to try and fix things. The only problem is, if we fail, their unfinished business becomes ours.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n We are entirely made up of stories. Everything up to this point has collided, combined, grown, and evolved to make us, and this is true of everything from our DNA to the life stories that ensured our existence. The ghosts screaming at us in the night are reminding us not to forget that their stories have become our stories, and that these stories are not over. They continue with us. And sometimes we have to change them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stories hold immense power. They are not some frivolous thing that we use to entertain kids. They govern our lives. The stories we tell ourselves determine how we live our lives \u2013 what roles do I fill? What kind of person am I? Where am I going? Where did I begin? Where do I think I\u2019ll end?<\/p>\n\n\n\n From Ghosts: Vol. 9 –<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I am truly starting to wonder if I don’t exist and I’m just a bunch of ghosts trying to coexist in one broken body.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n And the thing is, no one person owns these stories. We are all keepers, and there\u2019s a constant push and pull of narratives happening. Stories are shared. The collective narratives a society has exerts more control over it than any government or police state. And because we are born into stories that have lived much longer than we have, there are plot points present that may not serve us. So how can we harness the power of the stories that govern our lives?<\/p>\n\n\n\n How will the story change with us?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vol. 8 –<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The odds are high<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n That your job will also be unfinished<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n It is likely that you will be<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The creak, the groan, the hum, the sigh, the cry, the singer<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The maker of footsteps in the night<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n You will be the noise<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n That jolts children out of their bed saying<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSomething is not right\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n If the story we tell ourselves is that everything is fine, everything will stay exactly as it is. For better or worse. Nothing will be rectified. But if we tell ourselves that the current story is an injustice, that it\u2019s harmful, that it\u2019s wrong, there\u2019s at least a chance that it will change. Changing the story is step one for justice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And this is the reason they\u2019re so afraid of artists. We challenge stories. We take them, embody them, make things beautiful that were not meant to be so that they can\u2019t look away. We can look on a stage, or in a book, or see a movie, or take in a painting, and we see ourselves. We see what we do and don\u2019t want to be and the kind of life we want to have. And divinity is having the power to change your path. That\u2019s the power we have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From Ghosts: Vol. 9 –<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The purpose of light is not to banish and conquer demons, to burn them with holy water, to send them to a place of eternal torture\u2026<\/em> <\/em>Light walks face first into literal hell holes and tears open portals to the other side so that no one is silenced. Light sets fires in the middle of the night to make absolutely fucking sure that nobody misses the dangerous, spectacular burning flames\u2026Light is fucking pissed right now. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n So as we step into what may well be a dark, heavy, and uncertain time, how do we honor the ghosts that keep us up at night? How do we hear the beauty in their howls and take on their unfinished business as our own? There is power here. How do we claim it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vol. 9 –<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n We are creatures of light. But that doesn\u2019t mean we live in the light.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n If we are headed for a revolution, it will start and end with us. No one will fight a war they don\u2019t believe in, but they\u2019ll risk it all if they think it\u2019s worth it. People are powerful like that. And wars start and end with stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Artists were not put on this Earth as a fun addendum to the important stuff. We were put here to ensure that everyone stands a chance. It is our job to make sure that every screaming ghost is heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From Ghosts: The Final Volume –<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I am sending you forth into the darkness. To be witnesses, to be storytellers, be burning flames in the pitch black. Walk in darkness always.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n So no matter what happens next, we haunt. And we will not be silenced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From Vol. 8 and Vol. 9 –<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Are you angry yet?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I went to an audition the day I turned 21. The callback involved a series of writing prompts for ultra-short plays lasting around 2 minutes. They could be many things, but they had to be true. 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