Well, it’s been a while since I posted anything because I finally completed a 4 1/2 year journey to complete my doctoral studies at Northeastern University in Boston, MA. It was quite an experience! Once I got past the finish line, got myself shaped up and began to look around me I realized how much of my life I left on hold.
So recently I have been scrambling to get myself back to on track creatively, professionally, and personally. I plan to expand the old categories I started, add new creative materials, and upload older items as I find them.
Thanks to whoever you are out there that have stopped by over the years looking to see anything new. Know it will be soon enough!
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For someone who starts life in the womb hearing their mother’s voice and emerges into the world of sound the idea of the ear and sound being inseparable and indispensable experiences must be a no-brainer. One of those ‘duh’ moments where the response is “of course, how could the ability to hear be anything other than a positive, enriching experience.
However for those who were born deaf with some residual hearing the relationship of the ear, sound, and how it is experienced are much different especially when they come into contact with the famous ‘miracle ear’ and its supposedly astounding achievements. For most of us this ‘ability to hear’ is a jarring introduction to the world of sound and as a result, we cannot fathom how hearing people tolerate a life in constant contact with noise.
This was certainly the case for me at the age of 5 ½ (or thereabouts) when it was discovered I was deaf and shipped off to live at the residential school for the deaf in Kansas. Within the year I was introduced to the ‘miracle ear’ and it proved to be annoying, loud, distorted, irritating, white noise. This is what I call my bronco-busting period between the ages of 6-9. Just as the bronco resists the saddle so did I by resisting the addition of the hearing aid into my world of experience.
For the next three years, I found every opportunity to take it off as soon as adults were out of eyesight, to “lose it” conveniently as I could and to misplace it each night so it was a struggle to find it the following morning. These are only a few of the efforts I made to cast off the imposition that the hearing aid imposed. In my youthful outlook, there was absolutely no value to the thing whatsoever. Alas, sometime during my 9th year I was saddle broken and began to leave the thing on during my waking hours.
Now in those days hearing aids were huge things. Requiring at least the equivalent of what we would identify as 6 AA size batteries but twice as thick. Now, something that big and heavy does not fit conveniently into a shirt or pant pocket. As a consequence I was fitted with a harness, just like the broken in bronco, to cart the thing around. It basically was a bra, consisting of one pocket instead of two cups and into that pocket was deposited this huge piece of equipment connected to a long cable that plugged into an ear mold that then plugged uncomfortably into my left ear.
As I hopped, skipped, jumped, walked, and ran through the day the hearing aid bumped, slid, flopped about, sometimes coming completely out in a jangle of cord tugging on my ear mold. At those moments I must have looked like a fish just pulled out of the water on a fishing line. I should add that later in the 60’s when the women’s movement advocated burning bras, I believe that I was one of a small group of American males who totally understood the sentiment and could readily support the movement for reasons beyond male sexism.
Looking back on all this there is one thing that comes to the foreground as I reflect on this whole thing. I am thinking to myself: YOU DOLT! THE TOILET, FOR GOD SAKES!!! There is was countless times each day, day in and day out, staring right in front of you. The one opportunity never was taken to simply deposit the dang thing and send it off to toilet Nirvana. What were you thinking!
Was it an opportunity lost or a disaster averted? Depends on which side of the fence you sit and where it all relates to your life. Did I ever learn to appreciate sound… to a limited extent yes but only for a small range of experiences related to music, sounds of the forest, and the wind on certain days (if the hearing aid microphone was not facing the wind) and a few other items such as that.
However, I have never lost the enjoyment of taking the thing off and basking in the tinnitus noises and other related silent experiences that are uniquely those of the Deaf. Eventually came the day, in my mid-thirties, when it no longer served its purpose and I donated it away. Yes, yes I know…another opportunity lost to send it off to toilet Nirvana. What can I say?
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The year I became six, the world decided I was different. It was then I learned that not only fruit jars get labeled — so do people. It began in a small room containing one chair, a tiny window and a thick door that seemed to shut like King Tut’s tomb, sealing me forever away from the world.
In that sound proof room I was firmly affixed with my label, “deaf.” Vividly I remember the headset pinching tightly against my ears. The screeching sounds reminding me for years afterward of the old Anacin commercials. Sound crashed against my ears just like those hammers, anvils and lightning did on TV. It was then I acutely understood why aspirin sells so well.
Today I can laugh at the lady who consistently replaced the headset every time I removed it. At the time I had no compassion for her. It was just another confusing episode in my life. My days had been filled with angry people who punished me for unknown reasons. I clearly remember the faces, contorted in anger, silent words flowing out of their mouths; their stern faces a constant sight in my universe. This day did not appear to be any different for me.
Then I saw my mother’s face, The look in her eyes remains with me always: a look tainted with a sadness etched so clearly I felt I could reach out and touch it. As she approached I felt anxiety well up within me. I wondered what I had done wrong. She reached out to me and to my surprise gently held me for the longest time. I could feel her tears on the back of my neck. Somehow, without striking a blow, I had made my mother cry
Soon afterwards was the beginning of my watershed years. Looking back I clearly see the dividing line between my confusion and eventual coming to terms with the world. Bumping slowly down the old dirt road I knelt in the back seat of the family’s ‘54 Plymouth. Gazing out the back window I watched the farmhouse and its fields of clover and wheat fade into the distance. That memory alone leaves me with an eternal sense of loss. My childhood experiences in those fields of clover have never been regained. Hours were spent there in silence, my perception of the world sharpened by the lack of sounds. The brilliant colors and fluid motion of nature were the companions of my childhood.
My destination was a school where they taught me how to live with my label. There I was taught that I was an alien and the meager means of how to survive in this foreign land. But, that first day started out with a terrible revelation. As I went through the hallways, my hand firmly entrenched in my mother’s: I saw the classrooms. Each one of those rooms was filled with small desks and at each desk was a headset. The thought of that filled me with dread.
I felt a sense of relief as I was led outside where I saw other children playing. The joy of seeing them momentarily helped me forget the sight of those headsets: As my mother let go of my hand and I stepped out into the playground I noticed a strange thing. Many of the children had large boxes strapped to their chests. From the boxes came wires that went into one or both of their ears. I recoiled, not understanding what I was seeing. Then I saw a wonderful thing. Their hands were moving in the air like graceful Dutch windmills and it seemed to mean something to them.
Their faces were full of childish glee and abandon. Not a single child was using his mouth to converse. Instead their bodies came alive with a special language. I felt a vague sense of understanding and hope because it seemed to be my language too. As I stood there in awe, a blonde haired boy approached me. For a moment we stood gauging each other carefully Cautiously he came closer Pointing a finger at me, he made a flapping, motion with his other hand like a mouth moving. I stood there frozen, not knowing how to respond. I hesitantly shook my head and to my surprise that was the right reply His eyes lit up and a smile exploded across his face revealing large front teeth with a gap between them. He laughed and gestured for me to follow him.
I paused to look back at my mother only to find her walking toward the school building. I turned and broke into a run with the golden-haired boy in tow. As I ran I felt tears of elation on my face. Running those final few yards to the other children I felt I had escaped somehow to a magic land. From that moment on life, for me, was never the same.
Now when the fall season comes and the trees shed their leaves it gives me pause. As I feel my ears tingle from the cold air: I remember. The high school football team, the homecoming banners flapping strongly in the fall breeze, hands moving—everywhere– and suddenly I am six again discovering my homecoming.
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This is a work in progress that I will need to rework. At this point you will be able to review Act 1. There are some elements I want to replace such as the “Eyeth” story as it is no longer unique due to the larger dissemination of the story over the last 10-15 years. I will either find something newer or create an original story within the story. This one deals with issues of culture, identity and so on.
FOLLOW THE SUN
by Aaron B. Weir
Copyright,February 29, 1996
One day you’ll look to see I’ve gone
For tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun
Some day you’ll know I was the one
But tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun
And now the time has come and so my love
I must go
And though I lose a friend in the end
You will know, Oh
One day you’ll find that I have gone
But tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun
Lennon & McCartney
ACT I:
[The stage is dark. Two lights will alternately come up at two separate places on stage. One light will expose a hand which signs. The other hand will hold an oversized ruler. In the other light will be a man standing. He/She will look preacher-like, stern in visage and fanatical in mannerisms. The effect of the alternation of the light will be as if a strobe light was flashing on these two areas of the stage in slow motion.]
HAND
“A”
HAND WITH RULER
[Slams ruler hard on a flat surface]
HAND
“B”
HAND WITH RULER
[Slams ruler hard on a flat surface, closer to hand]
HAND
“C”
HAND WITH RULER
Slams ruler hard on a flat surface, closer to the hand again]
[Light fades on hands and appears on the man]
MAN
Vanity, all is vanity. Just when you think you’re one up on the world, all five senses clicking away…WHAM! Just when you think you’re safe from the wiles of the world…WHAM! Just when you think you’re one of God’s favorites…WHAM!
[Lights fade on man and return to the hands]
HAND
Not
HAND WITH RULER
[Slams closer to other hand on a hard flat surface]
HAND
Understand
HAND WITH RULER
[Slams very close to other hand]
[Lights fade on hands and return to the man]
MAN
Vanity, all is vanity. the swiftest person does not always win the race, nor the strongest man the battle, that wise men are often poor and skillful men are not necessarily famous, but it all by chance.
[Lights fades and returns to the hands]
HAND
why
HAND WITH RULER
[Ruler slams down harder than before and precariously close to the hand]
HAND
you
HAND WITH RULER
[Slams down harder]
HAND
hate
HAND WITH RULER
[Ruler slams down the hardest yet]
HAND
always.
HAND WITH RULER
[Ruler slams down with a air of finality]
[Light fades and returns to the man]
MAN
Who makes a man so he can speak or not speak; see or not see; hear or not hear?
[ Lights fade and the alternate light now shines on a face which is Janus like in structure, consisting of four faces, three which are masks and the fourth is a human face]
FACE
[ A masked face appears with a sad facial expression. A small ball is floating, spinning nearby. The word “ball’ is signed and voiced. The sound of the voiced word is loud and distorted.]
[The mask turns to reveal another mask, with a sadder expression. The word “ball” is signed bigger and is voiced louder and continues to be distorted.]
[The mask turns to reveal another mask, with an even sadder expression. The word “ball” is signed even bigger and voiced louder and continues to be distorted.]
[The mask turns to reveal a human face. It
is momentarily void of emotion. The word “ball” is signed larger and voiced the loudest yet in a distorted manner. The face begins to contort, attempting to voice the word “ball” which is increasingly difficult. The face struggles for a period of time and then the voice lets go with a howl of anguish. A hand raises up another mask. It is shaped in a hellish configuration and it slowly comes up to cover the human face which continues to howl until it is completely
covered. At the moment that the mask covers
the human face fully, the lights fade.]
[The lights reveal the man again]
MAN
Make a joyful noise unto the lord.
HAND WITH RULER
[Ruler slams down, again and again, stops, lights fade]
MAN
Yet…let all the earth be silent in the presence of the Lord.
HAND WITH RULER
[Ruler slams down again, again, again and breaks]
[Lights fade quickly as ruler breaks and reappears in a new area of the stage. As the light comes up, a man suddenly bolts upright, awakening from a hammock. He looks around tentatively, shakes his head and gets out of the hammock]
[The lights slowly come up to reveal a back yard area. Stage left there is a white picket like fence which stands about two feet high running from upstage to downstage. The stage right area reveals the front of a bus, old in condition with its hood up. The body of the bus fades upstage towards an alley. We cannot see the complete body of the bus because it fades into this alley. In the back section of the stage is the back of a house, paint is peeling from parts of the walls. There is a porch attachment to the house which runs the length of the house. Stairs come down from the porch into the yard area. There is a swing set in the yard, old and obviously unused for some time. There are various objects scattered around the yard. It is almost, but not yet similar to a junk yard situation. Even though it is close to a junk yard appearance there is a kind of order to the chaos that comprises the back yard. These various objects will be used by the actors during the course of the play to construct various memory scenes that will occur. There is a workbench located close to the front of the bus. The man goes to the workbench and fills the coffee maker with coffee. He picks up a garden hose from the ground and fills the coffee maker container
with water and then turns the coffee maker on. He roots around the workbench, looking at the various parts that are scattered there. He finds a cup,
sugar and cream. He then notices a engine part,
picks it up, sits on the stool and begins to
tinker.]
[Two women and two men appear in chaotic order. They are out of breath from running. They are almost giddy in demeanor. Their laughter is loud and the sound of it causes another women to come out of the house onto the porch to see what the commotion is all about. All of this is apparent to the audience, but the man is oblivious to the event. He continues to tinker, notices the coffee is ready and pours himself a cup, fixes it the way he likes and resumes his tinkering. The group notices all this, but has not yet noticed the
woman standing on the porch.
T-BONE
Well, lookey there, there’s old Zach wastin’ another morning on that damn bus. Good lord almighty, how long has it been since he got that damn fool idea to try and fix that bus?
ARIEL (from the porch)
Gettin’ close to ten years now. Fact is it’ll be ten years tomorrow.
ALICE
No kiddin’, kind of a dreamer like me, huh?
ARIEL
Ain’t no dream for him. He’s convinced it’s gonna happen and it’s gonna be any day now.
T-BONE
Hell, he’s been thinkin’ that for as long as I can remember.
PENNY
Well, is we gonna do what we come to do
T-BONE
What?..Oh sure, sure we is–Come on Peachy
[He musses up the hair of a young boy as a way of getting his attention.]
You’re gonna meet someone real interstin’
PEACHY
That so?
T-BONE
I know so, come on.
[They all hop over the white picket fence. T-Bone gestures to Ariel to be quite and not tip off Zach that they are there. They all creep up on Zach. T-Bone signals the group to hold back slightly. T-Bone continues to move closer to Zach until he is right behind him. He suddenly reaches over and grabs the engine part away from Zach. A game of “keep away” begins and Zach chases everyone around the back yard. Soon he becomes winded and comes to a stop.]
ZACH
Awww, come on you guys. I gotta lot of stuff to do and this foolin’ around don’t help matters a bit. I’m close to getting this dang bus fixed.
T-BONE
It can wait, I got someone I want ya to meet. Peachy, this is Zach. Zach meet another crazy fool in the world.
ARIEL
Now T-Bone
T-BONE
Ain’t nothin’ but the truth
ZACH
What truth?
T-BONE
Him, he’s a strange one
PENNY
You should be one to talk
T-BONE
Go on, tell him
PEACHY
What?
T-BONE
‘Bout the seven days
ZACH
Before anyone gets started, how about a proper introduction
ALICE
This here is Peachy, he’s new around here
ZACH
How come you all is a callin’ him Peachy
ALICE
Because his face is nice and soft, not prickly like T-Bone’s is over here.
PEACHY
Aw, come on you guys, quit rubbin’ it in.
T-BONE
Okay, enough ’bout that. We brought him over cuz he’s got something interesting to tell ya.
PENNY
He come from one of those oral schools but he don’t sign too bad for an oralist. So be patient with him Zach.
ZACH
One of those speech boys, eh?
PEACHY
Yeah…One of those kind
[Everyone freezes. The lights fade to show only Peachy.] As he delivers his next lines, the other actors move about in the background to prepare for Peachy’s story]
I speak and you might look at me in amazement. I speak and they look at me in horror. I must seem like a Frankenstein figure to them. Wandering between two worlds that don’t know quite what to do with me. The hearies want me to be like them and the deafies just look at me in CONTEMPT!
[Lights come up enough to reveal the other actors rearranged in the yard area as if they were in a lecture hall. One person, the lecturer is standing next to a strange looking chair. Everyone is waiting for him to start his lecture. Peachy steps into the scene and sits in the chair. The lecturer straps him in and the lights come up fully.]
LECTURER
Behold! We are on the verge of another scientific discovery. A breakthrough that you could never have imagined. You’ve been long told that the deaf are dumb. That they are inferior in every regard. Only the social workers have the audacity to claim that they are people like anyone else. It’s been said that they are similar to the ancient species known as homo alalus, that breed of humanity without speech in prehistoric time, yet more retarded than they because they cannot hear. Thus they pass through the world among the hearing like shadows of whom we represent. They hear us not, understand us not, all things human are foreign to them. I am here today to demonstrate the fallacy of these assumptions.
RESPONDER #1
Heresy!
LECTURER
My fellow colleagues, please! Let me conclude my argument. Allow me the benefit of the doubt. In recent time the deaf have come to claim that they are equal to us in all respects. It is our duty as scientist to respect this illusion in order to allow us the fullest opportunity to explore this species of humanity. For we know that whatever they believe, deafness remains an infirmity and it is our scientific duty to repair this infirmity whether the person who has the infirmity is disturbed by it or not.
RESPONDER #2
Your comments seem rather obvious.
LECTURER
Allow me to conclude my thoughts! It is generally agreed that all that humanity has every dreamed, wanted or done or will ever do depends on that rare ability to create movement of the air. A breath of air that creates sounds distinguishable from all the random sounds of the universe to create meaning, such as I do at this moment. This ability is a divine gift, not inspired by us but floated down like magic to our lips and if this gift had not been made we would still be running wild in the forest. Is this not so?
RESPONDER #3
Hear, Hear!!
LECTURER
Is it unreasonable to presume that we can, through strenuous scientific effort, render the same gift of speech to the deaf?
RESPONDER #4
Preposterous! Aristotle was quite clear on the subject.
RESPONDER #1
You speak the truth, let us get away from this madman.
LECTURER
Mad! You call me mad? Has not science made prodigal discoveries. Have we not make leaps of knowledge that exceed anything we could have dreamed of? Why not speech to the deaf?
I tell you it is possible and I am here today to silence your doubts and prove beyond a scientific doubt that it is possible. Let me demonstrate.
[Turns to the chair, grabs a microphone contraption and shouts into it the word “ball.” The man in the chair writhes in agony and begins to respond.]
MAN IN CHAIR
B…..B…B….Ba…Bal…Ball!
LECTURER
Awaken you men of science, I present you with a miracle.
[Turns back toward the chair and shouts into the microphone again. This time it is the word, “airplane.”]
MAN IN THE CHAIR
[Writhing in pain, responds with great effort]
A..A…A…AAIR…….AIRPL…AIRPLANE!
RESPONDER #2
Astounding
RESPONDER #3
Yes, remarkable, but note, it is only one or two syllable words. None of this indicates signs of intelligence.
LECTURER
You dare to doubt, let me further demonstrate
[Turns to the chair and shouts into the microphone]
Your name…Your name….YOUR NAME IS…
MAN IN CHAIR
[In greater agony, begins to respond]
M..M..My…Na..Nam…Name…Is…B..B…B…Bo…BOB!
[Sobs]
LECTURER
It speaks! It thinks! It is conscious of its name. ladies and gentlemen, it is obvious this deaf man has responded with intelligence and flair. Proof, my fellow colleagues, that the deaf can join the ranks of the living, the world of the hearing, and walk among us with their heads upraised. No longer social outcasts but productive members of our society. Living in the world as it was intended to be lived in.
[Suddenly the man in the chair begins to flop about in the chair, convulsing about, wildly looking about for a way out, seeing none, he opens his mouth and begins to let go of a blood curdling scream]
MAN IN THE CHAIR
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
LECTURER
Colleagues, do not let this episode distract you. What you have seen is a modern scientific miracle. Now franchise brochures are on the back table…
[ Audience stampedes to back to get brochures. Lights fade back to only Peachy still strapped in the chair. He slowly unloosens his straps and as he works his way out of the chair he speaks to the audience]
PEACHY
A miracle of scientific endeavor. What an apt description. Yet no one asks what it costs to accomplish such scientific achievements. That is what haunts me, the cost! For every success, for every Peachy, how many lives are sacrificed at the holy altar of speech. How many! I look out and I see the millions. Just beyond the sound of speech I see them standing, their faces stare back at me with a look worst than any holocaust victim. I said…I said…I said I see the millions, everyday of my life. So…the next time you feel like coming up to me and telling me that I speak so well for a deaf person. Please, pause and consider
[Lights begin to come up and the scene is as it was before Peachy’s memory began.]
T-BONE
Come on, tell him, tell him about the seven days.
ZACH
What about seven days?
PEACHY
Well, I was telling everybody before about, you know, how God made the world in seven days. On the first day he made
ARIEL
Light
PEACHY
Yeah, and on the second
PENNY
He made the sky and the oceans
PEACHY
And on the third
ALICE
Day he made earth and let all kinds of things begin to grow
PEACHY
And on the fourth day
T-BONE
He made the sun and the moon
PEACHY
Then on the fifth day
ZACH
He filled the seas and the sky with life
PEACHY
Then on the sixth day he made people and finally he got to rest on the seventh
ZACH
We all know that story, T-Bone what’s got you all worked up?
T-BONE
Just wait, he hasn’t told it all yet.
PEACHY
Yes, well, I was telling them that I used to be mad at God about that.
ZACH
About making all these things?
PEACHY
No, about the next day, Monday, the eight day. What God do on the eight day after he rested?
ZACH
Nothing, I guess
PEACHY
That’s right! Nothing. He could have taken that day to sort out all the things he made and when we found the deafies he could have said, well these I gotta put some place else in the universe. but he didn’t and I was kinda mad about that. But just the other day I realized that there is this other thing about God, they say that in the beginning was the word. Now if in the very beginning was the word, what was before the word.
T-BONE
Nothing!
PEACHY
Right, nothing, and if there was nothing then that means there was silence and if there was silence than that means deaf people were around before hearing people. And if we were here first then we’re like the Indians, we’ve been screwed.
T-BONE
Well Zach, don’t that beat all? We been screwed…someone’s been doing some revisions of the history books, just like they did with the black folks.
ALICE
And that made us think of your story, Zach, the one you used to tell so well before you go this crazy idea about the bus.
ZACH
I don’t want to talk about that
PENNY
But Zach, that’s why we brought Peachy over here. You’re the best story teller around, especially that story.
ZACH
I tell ya, I don’t want to tell that one no more. It don’t mean nothing to me no more. So now, just give me my engine part and I’ll get back to work on the bus.
ARIEL
Oh, come on Zach
ZACH
NO!
ALICE
Alright, then I’ll tell it.
ZACH
Suit yourself
[Lights fade, to Alice]
ALICE
I’ve always loved the deaf stories. It made me believe there was hope, at least I call it hope. And my favorite stories we always told by Zach, and then one day he just stopped. I guess he gave up on all those deaf stories and now he’s got this one vision he just won’t let go of and so we gotta try and keep these stories alive until something better comes along. When Peachy told us about the seven days I remembered a story that Zach used to always tell us, but he hasn’t told it in nearly ten years..So I guess I’ll tell it cuz it reminds us of our dignity and when I tell it I think that it reminds hearing folks of the fact they robbed us of it just like they robbed the Indians of Manhattan Island. Yeah, they robbed us good. So I keep on tellin’ some of these stories until Zach decides to tell them again to us. And maybe then some new ones too. So…
[Lights begin to come up and Alice begins to step into the story as it unfolds]
Once there was this old teacher…
[One actor, as an old teachers walks across the yard. As this happens, he/she notices a little boy sobbing on the steps. He goes toward the boy]
OLD TEACHER
What’s wrong
BOY
Nothing
OLD TEACHER
No please, tell me
BOY
Alright, I’ll tell you what’s wrong. I HATE school. They hit my hands every time I try to sign and they tell me all the time I must talk, talk, talk. I’m gonna runaway from here and never, ever, ever come back!
[Starts to sob again]
OLD TEACHER
Hey, how about I tell you a secret
BOY
A secret? Sure what is it.
OLD TEACHER
Follow me
[They go down the stairs and the old teacher crouches, points up to the sky]
Can you see?
BOY
See what?
OLD TEACHER
That star
BOY
That one?
OLD TEACHER
Yes
BOY
What about it?
OLD TEACHER
What about it! If you travel just past that star you’ll find a place they call Eye-th. I’ve been told that it’s a world full of deaf people signing away.
BOY
Really?
OLD TEACHER
That’s what I’ve been told
BOY
How do I get there?
OLD TEACHER
It’s not easy, but if you want to you can.
BOY
Oh, I do!
OLD TEACHER
Alright, but it’s not easy. You’ll have to work really hard and learn all sorts of things like math, physics and many other subjects as well. And when you get done with all that you’ll have to build your very own rocket ship so you can get there. Think you can do it?
BOY
Yes!
OLD TEACHER
Then you better go back to the dorm and get a good night’s sleep.
BOY
Okay.
[Boy departs and returns into another scene. He is sitting reading a book and has the look of a nerd.]
[A girl shows up with another girl. They both see the boy and a look between them decides the action to take]
GIRL #1
Hey book worm, when you gonna quit reading?
Girl #2
Yeah, your brain is gonna turn into a fried egg.
Girl #1
Come on
[Tries to take book away from him, fails]
GIRL #2
I’ll trade ya my Sega for your Game Boy
[Thinks a minute]
BOY
No, I have to study
GIRL #1
Let’s go and find someone more cool than this dreeb!
GIRL #2
Yeah, that sounds good to me.
[The boy gets up and goes off stage left. He comes back with a rocket helmet on and makes adjustments to a homemade rocket.
BOY
Finally! One more adjustment and I’m o my way.
[Steps up into the rocket]
Well, here goes nothing.
[The other actors crowd around the base and create vibrations, rocket dust and help move the rocket in some way]
[He travels through space, worlds pass and then he spots what he thinks is Eye-th]
[He prepares to land, a cloud of dust occurs, he gets out of the rocket and looks around. An inhabitant of the planet appears]
EYETH PERSON #1
Are you all right, You gave us quite a scare when you came crashing down.
SPACE TRAVELER
You’re signing
EYETH PERSON #1
Of course, what else would you expect?
EYETH PERSONS #2 & #3
What happened?
EYETH PERSON #1
That’s what I’m trying to find out.
EYETH PERSON #2
Who are you?
SPACE TRAVELER
I’m a space traveler. Is this Eye-th?
EYETH PERSON #1
Eye-th, yes why?
SPACE TRAVELER
I was told that if I came this far I would find a place where everyone used sign language.
EYETH PERSON #3
What’s so special about that?, everyone signs here.
SPACE TRAVELER
You mean everyone signs here?
EYETH PERSON #2
Of course
SPACE TRAVELER
My God! I’ve found it, I’ve really found it.
[Celebrates and then comes to a pause]
You’re not teasing me are you?
EYETH PERSON #1
Why would I do that, come on I’ll show you around.
[Other actors fade away to assume other roles]
Look, there’s a traffic cop
[Sees traffic cop using signs]
And there’s our town movie theatre
[Goes in and sees a movie in sign, some current movie line is used during the viewing]
And there’s one of our stores
[Looks in window and sees a salesperson making a sale to a customer in sign]
SPACE TRAVELER
I just can’t believe it, I’m finally home where everyone uses sign language. But, wait, what about the schools
EYETH PERSON #1
Come on, I’ll show you
[They walk into a hall way and view classrooms, where sign is happening.
SPACE TRAVELER
Everyone is signing, even the teachers
[As they continue to walk, he notices a classroom where no signing is happening]
Wait, what about this room?
EYETH PERSON #1
Oh, this is the special room where we put children who have trouble learning to sign.
SPACE TRAVELER
Can I go in and watch?
EYETH PERSON #1
Sure
[They go in and watch, as they do he realizes what is happening]
SPACE TRAVELER
Hey, I know what’s happening here. There’s nothing wrong with these children.
EYETH PERSON #1
Nothing wrong!
SPACE TRAVELER
Where I have come from, everyone communicates like this. It’s another way of talking.
EYETH PERSON #1
What kind of nonsense is this. This isn’t talk, it’s gibberish.
SPACE TRAVELER
It’s not gibberish, you see they use sound to communicate
EYETH PERSON #1
Sound!
PACE TRAVELER
Yes, sounds..You see sound is something you can’t see but it floats around in the air and they can hear it with their ears.
[Demonstrates how sound might work]
[Other two actors join the conversation]
EYETH PERSON #1
What they do is primitive, it can’t be language.
EYETH PERSON #3
Yeah, that’s nonsense
EYETH PERSON #2
Signing is the only proper way to communicate.
EYETH PERSON #2 
Everyone knows that!
[They all start to argue and it becomes chaotic. The scene begins to change. Eyeth person #2 begins to narrate as someone else voices or vise versa]
EYETH PERSON #2/LITTLE GIRL
So he stayed on Eye-th for a long time and worked very hard to convince people that there were various ways of communicating and tried to make the children’s who could speak and hear have a better life, but it was a hard task because there were so many signers and so very, very few speakers. Time passed and he grew old.
[Narrator becomes little girl, space traveler becomes old man and as he walks across the yard he notices the little girl crying]
OLD MAN
What’s wrong
LITTLE GIRL
Nothing!
OLD MAN
Come on, please tell me.
LITTLE GIRL
Alright, I’ll tell you what’s wrong. I HATE school. They hit my mouth every time I try to talk and they tell me all the time that I must sign, sign, sign. I’m gonna run away from here and never, ever, ever come back!
OLD MAN
Hey, you want to know a secret?
LITTLE GIRL
A secret?, sure what is it.
OLD MAN
Come, I’ll show you.
[Goes down the stairs, crouches, and points to a star]
See that star
LITTLE GIRL
That one?
OLD MAN
Yes.
LITTLE GIRL
What about it?
OLD MAN
What about it! If you travel just past that star I’ve been told there’s a place called Ear-th and there you will find a whole world full of people just talking away.
LITTLE GIRL
Really
OLD MAN
Really
LITTLE GIRL
How do I get there?
OLD MAN
It’s not easy, but if you want to you can get there.
LITTLE GIRL
Oh, I do!
OLD MAN
Alright but it’s not easy. You’ll have to work hard and study things like math, science, physics and after you’ve learned all that you’ll have to build your very own space ship to get there. Think you can do that?
LITTLE GIRL
Yes!
OLD MAN
Fine, then you’d better go back to the dorm and get a good night’s rest.
LITTLE GIRL
Okay, I will.
OLD MAN
[He starts to walk away and stops to look up at the stars again]
I wonder if the two worlds will ever
[starts to do the sign “join” but stops just short of completing the sign]
Who knows…
[Lights begin to fade back to Alice]
ALICE
And that’s the way I remember Zach’s story
[Lights come up fully and the scene is as it was before]
So, Zach how come you won’t tell that story no more
ZACH
Because I don’t believe in it no more. I found me something else to belief in that’s better than that fool story. God almighty, it’s nearly the 21st century and we ain’t found no signs of life outside of this planet. So why tell a foolish story like that.
ALICE
Because it’s about hope
T-BONE
Hope, big deal, so Zach, what do you believe in these days
ZACH
This old bus
PEACHY
How come
ARIEL
If there was an answer to that, it’d be the miracle of this century
ZACH
Ain’t no mystery to it at all
PENNY
Then why don’t you tell us
ZACH
You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyways.
PEACHY
Well I’m new around here and I don’t have no reason to doubt you so why don’t you try me out.
ZACH
Alright, you got me going there. I’ll tell you, but you gotta promise not to laugh at me.
PEACHY
Hey, they call me Peachy, think I can’t understand what it means to be laughed at?
ZACH
Okay, well it all started with the deaf preacher
[The lights fade to just Zach. He begins to tell his story.]
It all began when I was little and the deaf preacher came to town. He stood right over there on that stump. Right there. I remember it like it was yesterday.
[Preacher appears on stump, this can be the same actor who did the preacher like lines at the top of the show]
PREACHER
What’s the matter, ain’t you folks ever seen a deaf preacher. I’m here to pass on to you the good news. Yes sir, the good news is why I’m here and you all is going to rejoice and make a joyful noise to the lord after I’m done here. Here me now? A joyful noise that will rise all the way to heaven and back. I tell you I’m here to give you the word, the word right from the bible, and it says right here in Isaiah. Right here in chapter 62 verse 10. It says it right clear “Go out! Go out! Prepare the roadway for my people to return!” That’s right, there’s a road being built right this moment just for you and when it’s ready. When it’s done, you will be able to get on it and go find that place that the lord has prepared for you, his special people. Hear me out, hear me and forgot not what I’ve said. I’m the preacher and I’ve applied myself to the searching for understanding about everything in the universe.I tell you wait and the road will be prepared for your salvation.
ZACH
Now I was little and it didn’t make much sense to me, but as the years went by, by God, they did build a road. It went right by my house and when I asked what all the commotion was about they said they was building a freeway. A FREEWAY and it was for everybody to use to get from here to there. That’s when I knew. That’s when I knew the preacher was right and I went down and stood in the middle of that freeway. You heard me right, I stood right in the middle of it and looked up to the stars and thanked god almighty for bringing the road. I did I did.
[Lights come up, the others join]
PEACHY
Good lord, standing in the middle of a freeway, you could have been killed.
ZACK
No because it was my destiny. I heard the preacher when I was little and that’s when I knew I would have to follow him, follow that sun and find that place that the lord had prepared for me and all the others who will come with me when I get this bus fixed.
T-BONE
You mean, you been working on this time on that bus because you think the freeway is gonna lead you to some fool place just for you to plop down on when you get there.
ZACH
Not just anyplace, but a place of our own
ALICE
A place of our own! That has a nice ring to it. Do you really think the preacher was right. He could have been off his rocker
ZACH
I thought the same. But when they built the freeway, that convinced me.
ARIEL
And I’ve been listening to him tell it over the supper table for ten years. Ten years his butt stuck up in the air as he tinkers with that bus engine. Sometimes he don’t come in for days, just sleeps out in the hammock and dreams about getting that bus started.
PEACHY
So what ya gonna do when you get the bus started.
ZACH
I tell you what I’m a gonna do. I gonna be just like Noah. I’m gonna drive that bus right into the town square
[gets up, goes over and pulls the bus hood down and climbs up to sit on the hood]
I’m gonna sit right here on the hood and I’m gonna sign as big as I can sign to the whole town and I’m gonna tell them that I’m on my way to follow the sun and any takers can join me. I’ll give them plenty of warning. Then I’ll check the old radiator, fill up the gas tank and just take off at the crack of dawn. Just as soon as the sun comes up, I’ll take off and I’ll find it. I’ll find it just like the preacher said, a place of our own just like he said.
ARIEL
And it’ll be good riddance cuz I’m tired of that man yapping about this foolish dream
ZACH
You go ahead sister, you talk that way and see if I let you know when I’m a leaving.
PEACHY
I’ll go with you
ALICE
Me too, I’d like to find that place we could call our own.
T-BONE
Good God, I bring you all over to hear out these crazy stories and now you all is gonna go off and try to make them come true. What’s happening to this community. You all are going off your rockers. That’s what’s happening!
PENNY
Crazy or not, let’s see if we can help Zach get this bus up and running. Ain’t much of any reason I can think of for staying around this place. Come on Zach…
[The group breaks down into overlapping conversations, everyone trying to get their views of the situation into the argument. The lights start to fade to black]
END OF ACT 1
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As of August 2010 I have expanded the blog site to include my writings. Over the past year I have received enough request for where people can find more of the things I write. It has gotten to point I realized I needed to collect what I have written and put it all in one place. It will take me a bit of time to get it organized. As a result readers will find things gradually added over the next 3-6 months. Once I get the old stuff loaded, then I will start a category for new items that I have come up with from time to time.
As always, write me to find out more. I will also work on getting the Deaf Theatre information expanded as well. As a heads up you can find a good bit of information at my university sponsored site:
http://www.rit.edu/deaftheatre
More news as things move along…
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What were you thinking Alex? Your mother was deaf and you grew up with her your whole life. You saw how the experience of being deaf can be a terrible isolating one, especially as deaf people try to interact with a hearing world that does not understand in any way or form what it is like to be deaf, its’ joys and frustrations, the whole shebang. Knowing all that how could you suggest that deaf people be kept apart from one another and not to socialize, marry, or have a culture?
What were you thinking Alex? You believed that when deaf people married deaf people it meant more deaf people are brought into the world. We know better know and if you knew would you have fallen in love with a deaf woman, married her, knowing you your marriage provided a higher probability that a deaf person would be born into your family? Would you have married Mabel Hubbard Bell if you know what we know today?
What were you thinking Alex? You taught deaf students yourself. You promoted the idea that speech needed to be a visual experience. You even invented a process called “Visual Speech.” How did you let the oral movement get away with ignoring the basic concepts you understood through direct experience in the classroom? Why didn’t you care enough to fight the good fight to get it right in the first place?
What were you thinking Alex? You benefitted in so many ways from the invention of the phone, from your exposure to deaf people, from your use of sign language. You signed so fluently and used it in public to the point you embarrassed Mabel. Your wife asked you to stop signing in public for God’s sake. What were you thinking to discourage the use of sign language?
What were you thinking Alex? You received so much monetary blessings in life. You knew Edward Miner Gallaudet. You meet deaf people from all over the place, but you never donated a penny to the National Association of the Deaf or accepted their invitation to come talk to us face-to-face in the traditional deaf way. You knew this very well. What were you afraid of Alex?
So many questions and we still don’t know you very well. You never gave us a chance to get to know you. You never gave yourself a chance to know us. We had so many opportunities to sit down and talk this through. Now you are demonized beyond recognition. There no longer remains any chance to be known, understood, or accepted. We are all down to a Bushism, “Either you are with us or you are against us.” Where do we find the compassion to understand you Alex?
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Ruminations from a Cyborg
by Aaron Weir Kelstone
rumination
The act of pondering; meditation.
Cyborg
a human being whose body has been taken over in whole or in part by electromechanical devices
I ruminate because when you are a monkey in the middle you get it from all sides. Each side wants something, rejects something, fears something, wonders something, or silently holds the gazing eye on the monkey in the middle of things.
EAR 1 EAR 2
Me born deaf ear 1.
Me born something ear 2. what that? No one know…
Ear 1 find deaf school, happy-happy.
Ear 2 hear something, add hearing aid, happy-happy…NOT
Time pass, ear 2 learn tolerate machine hang on body.
But others see hearing aid
me no fit full in deaf world…become HH
later become hearing impaired
later become monkey in the middle
deaf world…school love…hearing world…family no know, no connect
Ear 1 ignore, deaf culture good, sign language good.
Ear 2 hear less.
Time pass
Ear 2 hear less…less…less
Time pass ear 2 hear nothing, join ear 1
lip read learn, stare interpreter learn,
ear 1 now full boss
time pass
ear 2 tell ear 1, me miss sound sometimes
ear 1 tell ear 2, forget it, no need sound
ear 2 say but…ear 1 say shhhhhhhhhhh!
Time pass…long time pass…long, long time pass
CI come, ear 2 wonder, ear 1 say NO!
Time pass, ear 2 fearful think, ear 1 say for-for
time pass, ear 2 say discriminate stop please
ear 2 and ear 1 need connect,
deaf school, deaf culture, sign language all still good
ear 2 say me miss music, miss birds, miss hear children laughing
miss not all, just some.
Ear 1 partner with ear 2
that very good
oppress ear 1, no, ear 2, no
ear 1 and ear 2 no change just become 1
So…
cyborg me now
join toyota prius, join honda insight, join schwarzenegger
others now see wire in head
me no fit in deaf world…become soul traitor
later me label what? Know-NOT
but
still monkey in the middle
ear 1, ear 2 connect
both deaf love, deaf culture love, sign language love, music love, life love,
do-do me now?
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Sign language, due to its visual and kinetic qualities, often lends itself to performing arts opportunities. Within the deaf community there were frequently “natural actors” or individuals highly motivated to develop solo or small skit performances that would be performed locally at deaf clubs, school activities, and school or sports events that occurred in each active regional area of the United States. I propose that these artistic performances often were based on visual observations of their private deaf world and the external events that surrounded them. Performances would often reflect the deaf experience within their group and interpret their understanding of the external world using humor, sarcasm, and drama. This is based largely on my personal experiences growing up at the Kansas School for the Deaf which has contributed its share of successful deaf performers in the 20th century such as Patrick Graybill, Chuck Baird, Juliana Fjeld.
A textual approach to developing their material was not likely and more often their performances were created using improvisational skills. If any of the material was written down it most likely was as an outline to help the performers remember the order of events within their performances. These improvisational pieces were then refined over time based on the reaction of deaf audiences and gradually certain types of performance materials, styles, and strategies for using sign language in performance were developed. While we do not have any visual recordings of performances prior to the establishment of literary societies I think we can best discover what these kind of performances might have looked like by looking at a group of performers active later in the 20th century. Examples of work by C.J. Jones, CHALB and other solo performers may shed light on how these performances were conducted. Using these performance examples and comparing them to the evolution of Deaf Theatre will clarify how deaf performances have changed over time.
An internet search will not easily help you find information about deaf literary societies. As some good links are identified these will be added to the blog site. For now we can simply state that a literary society is a group formed to support literature and often the group will focus on a specific genre as their main interest. Deaf literary societies, generally speaking, were formed within the residential state schools to develop debate and presentation skills by using existing literature from Hearing culture as their main source of information and inspiration.
For Deaf Theatre this was a positive element because it encouraged the development of translation skills among deaf artists. It also provided a stage for deaf performing artists to develop their skills. Finally, it created a body of work based on poems, short stories, and books. Students developed their artistic skills, and their artistic work, at each residential school. Eventually this body of work would converge at Gallaudet College where the best work would be shared and later borrowed by students and introduced back to different parts of the country. This created a national level of traditional performing arts pieces, jokes, and other works that would be handed down to deaf artists in each subsequent generation. This body of work provided a way for each generation of new performing artists to improve the existing canon of performing arts work. These improvements would then be further refined within the literary societies at school, at deaf events, deaf clubs, and conferences across the United States.
There is a negative aspect to the formation of literary societies because the focus of the work was based on textual material, forcing deaf artists to develop translating skills between English and ASL and moving the focus of performances away from a visual observation of the deaf experience and their take on the external Hearing world. In its place began a strong language focus coupled with a growing obligation to provide voice to ASL performances that was absent from performances during the early years of deaf performing arts. As the influence of literary societies and drama clubs increased it expanded the reliance on English text adaptations as the primary resource for many deaf performances. As a result it would unintentionally create a barrier for the continuance of ASL stories and visual work. Consequently, this would cause a detour in the development of Deaf Theatre and create a new mode of performance called sign language theatre.
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Writing Downstream-Aaron Kelstone 