March 24, 2009

My parents, as I’ve mentioned a few times, were civil rights workers in the 1960s—they were largely responsible for the twenty-year extension of the Voting Rights Act of 1965, which guarantees black people’s right to vote—and my father, in addition to continuing that work, has more recently also done a lot of work on behalf of labor unions (as would my mother be doing, I’m sure, were she still alive). So I grew up in an atmosphere in which working to make the world a better place (in Hebrew, tikkun olam—”the healing of the world”) wasn’t just a virtue; it was an imperative.

I am therefore somewhat ambivalent about having gone into the theater; in a way, the fact that I’m not in a third-world country working to create food distribution systems makes me feel like a moral failure. (When I’m at my most self-loathing, I say, “My parents secured black people the franchise, and I write pretty music that makes upper-middle-class white people feel nice.”)

But my self-loathing aside, the fact is that theater does have the power to inspire its audience to tikkun olam; actually, we seem to be getting closer to measurable evidence that it does.

I recently read an article on about “elevation,” one of a group of self-transcendent emotions behavioral scientists have recently identified and begun to study.

Powerful moments of elevation sometimes seem to push a mental ‘reset button,’ wiping out feelings of cynicism and replacing them with feelings of hope, love, and optimism, and a sense of moral inspiration. . . . Elevation is good at provoking a desire to make a difference but not so good at motivating real action. But . . . the elevation effect is powerful nonetheless. . . . It does appear to change people cognitively; it opens hearts and minds to new possibilities.

Juxtapose this with the article in the New York Times Magazine a couple years ago about a scientific study showing that when people think about morals, religious or otherwise, they are more generous—4.33 times as generous, to be exact—than at other times.

We talk about how theater (and art in general) can make people better, but we’re talking about an abstract idea, immeasurable and unproven. Now, however, we seem to be discovering that moments of elevation—including, one presumes, elevation induced by art, music, theater, and the like—have the power to make people quantifiably more open-hearted.

Which to me means that we who write for the theater have an absolute responsibility to use that power. When I see theater that doesn’t seem to take this responsibility seriously, I find myself getting angry. Every season I see at least one musical that is brilliant and hysterically funny and through which I sit fuming more and more violently by the minute because, as I look at it, though the writers could have invested it with immense power for tikkun olam, without making it a jot less brilliant or a jot less hysterically funny—and very possibly more brilliant and funnier—they chose not to, which to me makes the show both a waste of their talent and a moral failure of its own.

I’m not saying that a show’s morality has to be Big and Serious and Important. Little Shop of Horrors is deeply moral. And I don’t mean that a show has to Have a Message or Enlighten the audience. I’ve sat through any number of shows about how Greed Is Bad (or Racism, or Intolerance of Others, or Whatever), and I’ve wanted to put my eyes out. They were turgid and sententious and ghastly, because the story and the characters were subordinate to the Message.

I’ve never been able to figure out how to express the difference between what makes a show elevating and what makes it ghastly—until now. The other day I came across an essay by D.H. Lawrence, an analysis of Walt Whitman in Studies in Classic American Literature, and he had this to say:

The essential function of art is moral. Not aesthetic, not decorative, not pastime and recreation. But moral. The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind. The mind follows later, in the wake.

The morality in a show needs to be passionate and implicit—a morality which changes the blood. If you write a show—or create any work of art—in which you’re trying to change people’s minds, you’re being a preacher first and a storyteller (a distant) second, and the story will ring false. But if the work’s morality is directed at the blood, if it communicates itself in how the characters treat each other and themselves, then its creators are simply storytellers, fulfilling the responsibility with which the power of art has invested them.

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10 Responses to My parents, as I’ve mentioned a few times, were civil rights

  1. Roxzana Sudo says:

    Faustus, this was such a brilliant post, I printed it and read it three times. You (and D.H. Lawrence :-))clarified for me so much what I have wanted to understand for a long time in just the right terms; I have wanted and needed to start writing again, and this is a real encouragement. Thank you. –Roxzana

  2. julian says:

    Bear Bergman, queer theatre performer and all around awesome person, teaches a workshop called “GLBT, Tikkun Olam, and Me.” It was the first time I’d really considered Tikkun Olam in a broader than Jewish sense, and I have since extended my Tikkun Olam to queer activism. Bear extends hir version of Tikkun Olam to hir performance on trans, queer, and Jewish issues, and I feel that it’s important to convey that this blog post really captured how Tikkun Olam exists in all our passions. Music, activism, musical theatre, and especially story telling.

  3. Sharon says:

    It reminds me of a conversation I had with my aunt, when she asked me what makes a musical a good musical. The only answer I could come up with is “if they know what they want to say and they say it well”. I’m still not sure how you can measure that besides the feeling you have when you leave the theater. Bad writing/music/directing is not what makes it bad, it’s the fact that it detaches you from what it is they’re trying to say.

    Great post!

  4. Lynn in Tucson says:

    Well said.


  5. David says:

    In which case, Rock of Ages, currently on Broadway, shockingly meets that criteria. People behave morally in the end, true love is valued over success, and there’s even a gay romance thrown in. Who’da thunk it?

  6. Greg says:

    So wait, is porn NOT art then???

  7. jrigo says:

    Faustus, you haven’t written about your music or theater work in a long time. How are they going?


  8. Tara says:

    Thank you so much for posting this. It resonates for me on so many levels. I hope to share them all with you some day over a cup of tea and/or a pearl stitch.

  9. Jeffrey says:

    I’m being completely serious when I say that’s exactly how I felt about “Battlestar Galactica.” And “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

  10. goblinbox says:

    Brilliant post.


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