a very long walk
by Douglas Messerli
María Irene Fornes Promenade, in Robert J. Schroeder, ed. The New Underground Theatre (New York:
Bantam Books, 1968).
María Irene Fornes Promenade / New York, Judson Poets’
Theatre, Judson Memorial Church, April 9, 1965; revived New York, Promenade
Theatre, June 9, 1969.
I’d read numerous contemporary plays in high school by Pinter, Genet,
Albee, Ionesco and others (indeed for years, in my memory I thought I had had
this little book on my basement room shelf even in those days), but these plays
remained unread until last night, when something called out to me pick it up
again, whereupon I read the first play in this volume, Promenade, by María Irene Fornes, with music by Al Carmines, the
pastor at the Judson Memorial Church where it was first performed.
Something called out to me even then to see this play, but I couldn’t
quite comprehend how to buy tickets, having never seen the Judson Theatre and
not knowing where it even was. Living day to day as a temporary worker, I
didn’t have enough money, moreover, to buy a ticket. I didn’t subscribe to a
newspaper, had no telephone directory to look up the address. When a few weeks
later I began working at a permanent job at Columbia University, the off-off
Broadway theaters, which I later got to know quite well, seemed to be on
another planet. When I did go to theater—three times during my New York stay—it
was to Broadway productions (Dear World [which
I describe in My Year 2005], Celebration by The Fantasticks creators Tom Jones and Harvey Schmidt, and,
strangely, Peter Luke’s adaptation of Baron Corvo’s Hadrian the VII. The only off-Broadway play I saw was Mart
Crowley’s The Boys in the Band, at
Theatre Four where I worked as an usher for a few nights.
Perhaps, had I attended that 1969 performance of the Steinian–like Promenade, I would not have understood or even enjoyed it. I was so serious in those days. Fornes, on the other hand, whips up a quite fantastically absurd fable about two prisoners (105 and 106) who dig their way out of a penitentiary to take a spectacular promenade through the streets, a park, and fabulous parties, only to be returned to prison (with all the other party-goers) by the jailer. The prison warden, himself, throws a lavish party, threatening them with a return to the cell if they do not enjoy the event.
Thrown back into the cell from which they’ve escaped, the two original
prisoners merely leave once more through the hole, returning to a mother who
throughout the play has claimed her children have gone missing. Asking them if
they have “found evil,” she sings them to sleep, with lines such as:
I know everything.
Half of it I really know.
The rest I make up.
The rest I make up.
In fact, the entire play reads as freshly as if it were being created,
made-up like the plays of childhood imagination, spontaneously. But in the
spirit of mid-1960 liberation, the play also has plenty of opportunities for
nudity and scenes of sexual expression, including. at one banquet, several
women who each want to be naked:
Only three.
Only three
Naked ladies.
All right, four
Four naked ladies.
In another undressing incident the
prisoners strip to put their clothes upon a man who has been wounded in a
hit-and-run driving event, and in so doing escape the jailer. At yet another
moment a servant and chorus sing a hilarious linguistic romp about how clothes
effect behavior:
Who can marry a gigolo?
Can you?
Can you?
I can’t.
With repeated choruses about “a
businessman,” “a cop,” “a clown,” and “a priest,” concluding in:
You see, a costume
Can change your life.
Be one and all.
Be each and all.
Transvest
Impersonate
‘Cause costumes
Change the course
Of life.
At the same moment, the jailer
re-enters wearing the prisoner’s jackets, presumably having taken on both their
identities.
One might even describe Fornes’ work as a kind of Ovid-like parade of
transformations, reflecting the world around her in 1965 and, particularly in
1969, when, a few days after I left New York, the transvestites of Stonewall (a
bar I often passed on my way to other favored gay bars) took to the streets
against the police, transforming the whole of gay society.
Certainly, had I found my way to the Promenade
advertised on the rows of small posters in 1969, I would never have known
that this wonderful playwright, while writing this work, was living in a
long-term relationship with Susan Sontag.
It has taken me 46 years to
circle back to the play which had long ago called out to me as young man. It
has been a very long walk.
*I should add that it took me a
great deal of research to confirm my feeling that I had seen posters for the
musical in 1969, since Fornes’ biographies all focus on the original 1965
production. Stubbornly, I checked Carmines’ biographies, where it was hinted to
have been produced in 1969. I presumed that it was a revival until even further
research in the Burns Mantle Best Play books
(I have little faith in Wikipedia) reconfirmed it.
Los Angeles, January 29, 2014
Reprinted from USTheater, Opera, and Performance (January 2014).
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