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Community Responses to Othello
STC’s vision is to create theatre that ignites a dialogue and that connects classic works to our modern world—this vision is especially true for Ron Daniels’ production of Othello. In the context of world events, this tragedy is one of the classics that seems most timely, relevant and urgent.
For that reason, we have invited some members of our community to craft responses to Othello and to all of the questions this production poses in whatever form calls to them—whether that means poems, songs, pictures, essays, stories or anything in between. We hope these responses, which will be published online throughout the run of the show, will help further the dialogue between STC and the community and help provide our audiences with another lens to view this current production.
Now, without further introduction, please enjoy the response to Othello from poet Michael H. Levin:
OTHELLO—A POEM AND THE PLAY
Michael H. Levin
I’m sending a poem to get to the architecture of the play and get past the production, with which I differed.
Here’s the poem, which is about how I see the play:
Beneath each spangled chair,
behind plush tapestries, along curved
balustrades and blinding white piazzas
glides ruin, uncoiling to its own cold beat.
What score notates the music that the
Thick-Lips speaks? The General is his
language: a filigree of dew-rust,
anthropophagi, and camels
tethered under alien skies. A web
of scars from hardships passed, bleak exile,
flashing battles won. The Moor’s a Martian—
dropped in the middle of a courtly snare,
his warlike core unused to indirection
or suspended judgment; unskilled at nuance
or with those who would draw ill upon
their world. Unlearned in pure negation
without cause. So, team, the questions are
why evil is; if trust can be; and where
it should be placed. My job’s not answers
but to highlight starkly as the wheel
rolls on—yours, to stay innocent
despite an ache nearby the heart
until the claw-snap of the end, the awful
thunderclap of that reversing close.
Here’s where I differed with this production:
And while Mr. Tahir’s performance was workmanlike, he wasn’t imposing. The Moor needs dominating physical and vocal presence—a James Earl Jones or Stacy Keach, say. This Moor was ordinary. And regretfully, a head too short. I had to go looking for him in many ensemble scenes.
When the Moor’s figure becomes almost indistinguishable from the company, its symbolic otherness—which transcends whether he’s Muslim in a Western society—dissolves. So does its stage weight.
As the babushka said to the tailor, “Press on.”
Michael H. Levin is a lawyer, solar-energy developer, writer and ex-theatre person based in Washington D.C. He published articles on tragedy while an undergraduate, was production manager for Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus starring Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor, and studied theatre with Nevill Coghill at Oxford. He has received numerous poetry and freelance journalism awards. His collection Watered Colors (Poetica) was named a “best book” for May 2014 by Washington Independent Review of Books. See www.michaellevinpoetry.com.