Showing posts with label listening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label listening. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Power of Performance

Tonight I saw class presentations for a college oral history class.  They weren't your average "stand at a podium reading a paper" kind of presentations; they were oral history performances.  "How do you perform an oral history?"  you may be thinking.  Or you may be thinking, "why is this guy using so many quotation marks in this post?" Or you may be thinking about the really good sandwich you're going to have in a minute.  But assuming you're thinking about oral histories, the "how" of performance turned out to be very straightforward.  Many of the students held papers printed with excerpts from transcripts of interviews they had conducted.  They introduced their speaker and then read the excerpts.  But it's selling them short to say that they read the excerpts when they really performed them.  There was a big difference, which lay in the students assuming the personas of their speakers.  They had minimal costumes if any, maybe a baseball cap or glasses or a scarf.  And they were just sitting down, so there wasn't a lot of action on the stage.  But these students really committed to inhabiting the voices and gestures of the speakers they were channeling onstage, and the combination of the students' commitment with the speakers' insights and experiences was powerful.  Some of the people the students had interviewed were present, and they were moved to witness the students performing their words.  The evening got me thinking about history, about talking and listening, and most of all about the power of performance.  I experienced the strength of passionate and full commitment to the act of communication, and it was very inspiring.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Schmoozing

When I was a kid, I was really shy.  Painfully shy at times.  I'm not sure what happened between then and now, but somewhere along the line I found I really enjoy schmoozing with people.  I love hearing their names and learning about who they are and what they do.  I was an alumnus representative at an event my college held tonight for interested/admitted students from the area, and I had a blast talking with the students and their parents.  It wasn't just schmoozing for the sake of schmoozing--I think people are endlessly fascinating, and it's useful and gratifying to learn their unique stories.  Everyone tells her or his story differently, so even if the basic arc is one I have heard many times before, I learn something new with each telling.  At the best of times, my interest in the person I'm talking to completely overtakes any concern for how she or he is perceiving me, and I'm able to relax into the interaction and the communication.  As far as I can see it, that's where the divine dwells, in moments of pure curiosity and exchange, unimpeded by ego.  Of course, they're brief, and my ego gets in the way all the time, but every so often I'll come close to that divine spark, and it leaves me feeling energized and hopeful and full of joy.