Works by Julian Ormandy
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“friend, no one’s funding this”

coming to the “Free Philly Fringe” September 2021

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“Friend, No one’s Funding This”

“Somehow performing is a part of me…pushing it out onto the market is killing my spirit all the while… and yet it is my spirit all the while”

This gathering of F/friends delves into the profound questions surrounding burnout and the essence of artistry. Guided by Quaker principles, we seek to explore how to cultivate a sustainable and peaceful artistic practice. Together, we will reflect on how to nurture our creativity without compromising our well-being.

 

Stimulus introduced by Rogue Theology artists Julian Ormandy and Tyler Blaetz, performed by all

 

PAST SHOWINGS:

Upper Dublin Monthly Meeting, Ambler Pennsylvania, June 18th 2021, Philadelphia SoLow Festival

coming to PHILLY FREE FRINGE SEPT 2021


DRAWING ON

the collective wisdom of the meeting, we created the following poem which was used in the performance.

Contributions from Friends are italicized. These sentences are paraphrased versions of the what was said during the initial Worship Sharing (a Quaker process) that opened the piece.

The Queries for the Worship Sharing are as follows:

  • How do you stick to what you believe in in the absence of other’s support/enthusiasm?

  • Where do you source the strength to keep going when it feels like you’re on your own?

  • When you aren’t "succeeding", and doubting whether you should continue, how do you stay true to yourself?

There is a refrain that is repeated at the end of each verse. The poem was spoken by Tyler Blaetz and the refrain repeated by Julia, who accompanied with poem with a dance incorporating the meetinghouse architecture and land around it.

………………………………………………….

Long

are the arms of the shadow, in the arms of the race 

it grabs your waist 

gives you reason to claw

gives you claws of your own

Gives you fear as a premise of status and place

but the Friend says

 When Icarus & Details are banished they craft their wings & fly away. We remember the fate of Icarus, but forget the second half of the father’s message: Do not Fly too low.

 Boom, to save its’ life

JULIA: “to save my life”

 

Long

are the arms of The Shadow, in the arms of the race

It seals your place 

tears you as you as try to get away 

tears, as you cry to get away

floodlights, on the stains from the fight

With a speaker it bites as it booms and it judges

“With some might, you would stay”

But the Friend says

When my career brings not fame or fortune, but FUN. In the absence of an audience to please, I find inside what drew me here to begin with. Through the eternal darkness, fear and insecurity, I keep in mind to not create my own demons before they show up. 

Boom, to save its’ life

JULIA: “to save my life” 

 

Long

are the arms of the shadow in the arms of the race 

it grabs your face 

nothing …….

The nothing looks at you

and you, you look at nothing......

But the Friend says

 When I’m a performer, I feel the lack of having a physical body of work. I feel the burn that once the show is over, the work is gone. But to me, it is the only thing I know, the only thing that makes sense to me. We make from our hearts - that has to be enough.

 Boom, to save its’ life

JULIA: “to save my life” 

 

Wrong

are the arms of the ladder

up the wall of the race 

it has no Grace 

demands you to bow 

“belly up” like a cow and munch and march to its own selfish pace

But the friend says

 I question: How do we define success? Even if there are only a few present, I remember they came to see ME, to be engaged & entertained. I do my work to engage the very people in front of me, and who is more important than they? Consider the numbers as secondary. Whether the moment is intimate or massive, to live in that moment as it is. 

Boom, to save its’ life

JULIA: “TO SAVE MY LIFE”

 

Wrong

are the arms of the ladder up the wall of the race 

it numbs your taste 

makes goo of morality 

laws of totality 

over and over the rub starts to chafe

But the Friend says

I remember the story of Maria Gimbutas, and that she was eventually vindicated, appreciated, understood, because her work was ultimately valuable and she continued with it despite the lack of enthusiasm from others. Because she knew in herself it was valuable.

I declare the falsehood of the notion that “if my work was good it would gain people’s attention and enthusiasm”. My work is worthwhile because I know it is good enough.

 Boom, to save its’ life

JULIA: “TO SAVE MY LIFE” 

 

Wrong

are the arms of the

Long are the arms of the

Wrong are the arms of the

Rungs

Of the rungs of the hands

Of the hands on the waist

Of the waste of the waste

Of the hands of the friend

Of the friend of the hands

Of the hands of the one

Of the rungs of the Sun

Of the rings on the ground

Of the friends in the rings

In the rings in the air

In the air at the space

Between Friends who do care

In the space between Friends who share

To save its’ life

To save thy life

To save my life

..... Boom