Media is the Message

Media is the message
By Marjorie Brahms, Chicago Daily News, November 1967
The lights were switched off and l4-year old Skip Herman hovered anxiously over a table on which he had placed several small while triangles. Then red and blue spotlights bathed the triangles, and as Skip manipulated them to cast changing, eerie shadows, his classmates oohed and aahed with appreciation at the strange effects.

Skip’s project was part of a new program for freshmen at Francis W. Parker School, 330 W. Webster, a private elementary and high school with a substantial waiting list and an urbane, educationally liberal out-look.

THE PROGRAM IS CALLED “media curriculum,” which is an admittedly inadequate title for a complicated, experimental approach to dealing with what one Parker teacher calls “our changing reality.”

“There is some thinking that it’s absurd to turn out kids who are literate in print – in essays – but are naive about photography and other media,” says William Idol, a bearded, 29-year-old Yale graduate who is one of nine teachers in the program.

One or the aspects of the world our Electronic Age children must cope with is the much-discussed “information over load,” or knowledge explosion. And something that schools must cope with, Idol and others contend, is youngsters reared in a world where photography, films and television are as important – or more so – than the medium of print.

Hence, Parker decided to replace the traditional freshman English course this year with a combination of art, dance, drama, music, physical education, photography, sculpture, shop and writing.

THE PROGRAM, A GOAL of which is to help the students see patterns in the huge amount or information they must absorb, has three parts:
• A series of “how-to-do-it” courses;
• A “concept” class in which students take a principle-such as context, emphasis or repetition-and work with it in various ways;
• Experiments done by each student on a regular basis and displayed and discussed, as Skip Herman’s.

After each student’s performance or display, Idol asked, “Are you pleased?”
For Idol, the point of the program isn’t finding a right answer, Working with media, he says, is “the only open ended thing left in education.” The point is to “develop people, not turn out experts,” he explains.

SKIP HERMAN WAS PLEASED with his attempt to “create patterns or forms without content.”

Carmela Rago, another freshman and daughter of Henry Rago, editor of Poetry Magazine and his artist wife, was happy with her essay about a, “gray day” and the oil painting she did to illustrate loneliness. Experimenting with media, Carmela said, “makes you think more—builds imagination.”

Gardner Stern III, who took photographs of outdoor scenes and doctored them to show how the camera can lie, said that since the media curriculum had begun, he was beginning to “notice things more.”

Talking about the modern dance she had just performed, Susan Fried said it showed “growing, struggling to live, living, then being defeated and dying.”

Says Idol: “What I keep finding about this program is: The more I talk about it, the less clear I get. But one thing is certain. We want to get off the content and onto the kid.”

Media Program – What Is It?

BY MARY BRIAULT, FRANCIS PARKER ALUMNI NEWS, WINTER 1969

Media is the plural of medium (any means, material, or agency used for expression), and that never raised much excitement until Marshall McLuhan started using it. He is a great punster (and Professor of Communications at the Universities of Toronto and Fordham) who announced that The Medium is the Message- his way of saying that how you learn something has greater impact than what you learn. His press has been good – Life, Harper’s Bazaar, Woman’s Day – you may have received the message already.

Better than anyone, he has understood the impact of television. If you learn most of your facts from TV, as he maintains children do, you see a different world from the person who learned mainly by reading. You have learned a certain total reaction to experience, not unlike the total reaction of the child in the primitive village to whom all experience is available. He is not sent off to bed, or seen and not heard. He partakes and participates.

At Parker, the Media Program began because of an English teacher, Bill Idol, who reacted strongly to this new quality in students (think of it! most teachers are still of the radio generation) – and who read McLuhan very well. He found that teaching reading and writing on one hand, and isolated arts programs on the other, compartmentalized learning and expression in a way that did not correspond to the Gestalt of the incoming. freshmen. With imagination, an unusual skill in scheduling, and not a little charisma, Bill Idol won over the vested interests of the Art Department, the English Department, and the Shop, Music, Sculpture, Dance, and Drama departments, to his vision of a program that could work and that would demonstrate that saying things in many ways is equally valid and exciting.

In August 1967, he gathered us all – nine teachers and a visiting expert- for a workshop to work out the program. Chandler Montgomery, Director of Art Education at NYU, and a specialist in Related Arts, was our expert. He is a man who believes that “teachers must be personally involved in creative experience before they can effectively guide others to it.” We became involved, all right. In silence and Indian file, we followed him on a walk through the school-down through the boiler room, between the teeny chairs of the kindergarten, up the freight elevator, and out along the very edge of the roof (a space walk, it was, and we noticed things we had not).

Being teachers, we also talked a lot, of course. But during the second week, we underwent impressive media training at each other’s hands. Each teacher taught a media (medium?) class, and we teachers were the students. This meant that during the dance class, a writing teacher and a musician worked hard to produce a dance that would be acceptable to the dance teacher. I remember being flat on my face, tangled in my Chinese jump rope, while Chauncey Griffith, a leg and arm in the air, hissed: That is not the way we rehearsed it!” The art teacher worried about her photography experiment, the dance teacher almost lost a thumb carving balsam, and at one point, we all sat helpless and blindfolded sniffing jars of Vicks, peanut butter, cloves, and mothballs, plunging into childhood memory, and surfacing with haikus for the writing teacher. The shop teacher wrote the best piece, but Chan Montgomery’s poem on the joys of reading the Bible in the bathtub was certainly arresting.

The role of teacher is the comfortable one of expert. Teachers don’t like to fail, and they work terribly hard to do well. But we all did fail, miserably, in one medium or another. We all had to shed our special skins and take big risks walking across the stage “with power,” for instance. The effect was exhilarating. We did learn to try, way out of our “field,” to learn a bit of technique and then to try something, using it. If we failed, that was somehow a kind of success. We still operated in the bond, almost the glow, that this shared experience worked in all of us. We emerged different people. Meeting regularly each week is a top requirement for all media teachers. We have sharply different viewpoints, and we argue quite a bit. But we exchange ideas, discuss students, share discoveries, and seek always to join our efforts. What if the dance class used the music originated in music class? Why not use a writing assignment as the starting point for a class in sculpture?

We are teaching art, music, drama, writing, dance, film, and clay, wood, and metal sculpture in four week units, during which time a student studies two media. In the following four weeks, he changes to two others, and so on to the end of the semester. This completes one cycle. For the past two years, we have then repeated the cycle, changing scheduling somewhat, so that the student who worked in art and dance during the first term) might study art and writing together during the second. This year, however, we are considering a suggestion from students: that they have the “survey” the first term, and be allowed to focus on two media for the entire second term. The obvious and built-in weakness in the program is that technique training is limited because of time. The suggested compromise would allow for more intensive training in two skills, and permit more ambitious experiments. The great strength of the program is that it develops skill in attacking problems in varied ways. Considering that our students will be grappling with problems that we cannot even imagine, this is important instruction.

What problems do the students attack? At the beginning of each four-week session, they are given a ”starting point” for an experiment. This might be a “happening” performed by the teachers, a walk along the lake, reading Ecclesiastes, a word, or a feast. It is a stimulus to which they must react, and then express that reaction in one or more media in which they are working. The idea is to try something out – to explore. We have had a construction that burned on stage (brilliant! but worrying), and films that were deep gray and black. But we have also had boys who attempted on stage to convey a tree growing, using their bodies as media; an original song on the death of Martin Luther King, Jr.; some poignant statements; and a concerto for coke bottles.

Media is necessarily a pass-fail course. In the true experimental atmosphere, an ambitious failure is more “successful” than a good, cautious project in which no risk was taken. Another beauty of the non-graded program is that the onus is removed from criticism. Objectivity is much easier to attain when personal involvement is not frantic. With the sting removed, students develop their critical faculties, comment easily on each other’s work, and offer suggestions. All this leads to joint efforts and group projects, a genuine exploitation of each person’s talents, and the best sort of personal value judgments.

What are the results so far? We notice that the student who works for grades only is the disadvantaged one, the one slowest to blossom. Creative students bloom, and delight in the freedom. But more exciting are the many who are freed from failure, and who really attempt something because they can do so without “punishment.” Eight teachers plus a coordinator focus on each student and compile their knowledge of how he works, and his methods of attack. It is a precious evaluation that sometimes tempers academic judgments, and offers insights as to who the student really is, and how he should be stimulated.

There are success stories: the student who could write no more than three consecutive sentences, who came to write Thurber-like stories; the shy boy who suddenly orated in a deep voice; the academic problem who did great things in all media and found a new confidence in himself. Two teachers of academic subjects noticed a certain confidence in the first students who had taken the course-a great willingness to tryout an idea and test it several ways, a certain freedom in entertaining possibilities.

And that is just what the Media Program is all about.

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Fluxus, 1993, Chicago Tribune review, Carmela Rago

OVERNIGHT. Performance.

November 07, 1993|By Carmela Rago. Special to the Tribune.

Fluxus artists Eric Anderson, Alison Kowles, Ben Patterson and Ben Vautier presented an evening of new “a la carte performances” called “Fluxus Vivus,” which was at once meditative, nostalgic, thought provoking, and good fun at the Arts Club of Chicago Thursday and Friday evening as part of Fluxus Festival Chicago 1993.

Fluxus Festival Chicago is an interdisciplinary series of exhibits, symposia and performances commemorating Fluxus, the international conceptual art movement that originated in the late 1950s.

The evening began with a reception in the main hallway of the Arts Club, after which performers dressed as waiters led the audience members into the lecture hall in groups and sat them at bistro tables. Once seated, a team would rush to the tables, handing out a menu of performances to be witnessed on request.

The surprising turn was that though it seemed at first that the audience would be watching performances, the audience members were soon unwittingly, albeit gamely, participating.

No sooner did one order a performance on the menu titled “Chewed Drawing,” then one was delivered a directive explaining how the performance was to be enacted by the respective table.

The Arts Club room began to resemble one enormous parlor game, in which some tables of audience members could be seen attaching clothespins to their hair (A menu item titled, “Clothespin” by Albert Fine, read, “Performers attach spring-type clothespins in various places”).

Meanwhile, audience members at other tables were engaged in races with wind-up toys, others were barking, and others (like the women at one table) were posing as Marcel Duchamp.

The “chef’s specials” on the menu (performed sparely and elegantly by the four featured artists, who performed solo or in groups) provided a sense of the source from which performance has emerged in the last thirty years.

Organizations sponsoring the Fluxus Festival Chicago include the Museum of Contemporary Art, the Arts Club, Gallery 400, the University of Illinois at Chicago, Mary and Leigh Block Gallery of Northwestern University, and the School of The Art Institute of Chicago.

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The next scheduled “Fluxus Vivus” performance at the Arts Club, “Lewd Food Banquet and Concert” by Larry Miller, is at 6 p.m. Nov. 16. For times and dates of performances, call the Arts Club at 312-789-3997.

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Who wants ice cream?

Artist/Professor, Ed Rankus originally posted this photo on Facebook with the query

 

“Who wants ice cream?  I ran with this and created a Facebook improvisation which I re-post here:

 

Roslyn Broder:  What film is this?

Ed Rankus: The Emperor of Ice-Cream

Roslyn Broder Liar. It’s La Notte, right?

  • Ed Rankus Go to bed. It’s night in Italy.
  •  Roslyn Broder What about you? You are up way past your bedtime. It’s early morning in Chapel Hill.
  •  Ed Rankus E’ la notte dei morti viventi qui. 

    (Carmela  begins typing)

  •  “Who wants Ice cream?” Mastroianni
  •  ”I want Italian Ice.” Morreau (bored)
  •  “It’s not Italian Ice, it’s sorbet.” Mastroianni
  •  “Fine, I’ll have a sorbet, but it has to be lemon.”
  •  Morreau (still bored)“Sorbet cleanses the palate.” Monica Vitti (hopefully)
  •  “Well good, because that pesto ravioli we had at lunch is reaking.” Mastroianni

“I think, I’ll just brush my teeth, then I’ll have the Italian ice, I mean sorbet…”

Morreau: “I’ll get the dishes. Should we use the Wedgewood?”

Vitti: “No, no – let’s just use the glass Ikea bowls we picked up yesterday.” Mastroianni

Morreau: “What ev’ — It makes no difference to me.”

Vitti: “Kiss me darling.”

Mastroianni: “Not until you’ve cleansed your palate.”

Morreau (brightly) “I have an extra toothbrush – who wants one!?”

Vitti to Morreau (whispers): “Have you noticed how he has to control everything?”

“Yes, I just ignore him and do whatever I like – I let him think he’s controlling everything. I’m going to use the Wedgewood and I’m going to continue to call sorbet, “Italian ice” – So there.” Morreau

  • Carmela Rago I’m going to steal this for my “Notes” — y’all are killing me Mr. Notte.
  • Ed Rankus ‎”Notes” eh? This some kind of ongoing journal of script ideas? I need to start one of those.
  •   Roslyn Broder I’ve seen the film, but do not remember it being this funny!
  •  Ed Rankus Trust me, it’s not.
  •  Roslyn Broder I do seem to recall that, but I enjoyed Carmela’s “alternate” dialogue. You did not detect my sarcasm?
  •  Ed Rankus I detected it but chose to ignore it to give my pithy one-liner.
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Writing about Gwendolyn Brooks, 1993

June 06, 1993|By Carmela Rago.

Though poets of every age, size, gender, ethnicity and Chicago-area neighborhood read, recited, acted out, performed, and in once instance sang their poetry in hopes of winning the first Gwendolyn Brooks Open Mike Award Thursday, there was only one first-place winner based on ballot vote by the audience.

But in a surprising turn of events, Pulitzer Prize winner Gwendolyn Brooks, Illinois poet laureate, awarded not one but two prizes out of her own pocket to the lucky winners at the Guild Complex. The first prize of $500 went to Mark Turcotte for his raw and haunting poem, “Recognizing Stepfather,” and the second prize of $250 went to Donna Rose for her strident, powerful and witty poem, “I am.”

Presentation and style varied as much as the presenters: Annette Johns recited her poetry in an Irish brogue; Priscilla Jeanne took off her shoes and recited with verve, bringing whoops and cheers from the audience; Virginia Boyle mimed a flying crane, then sang a meaningless ode to a lonely bird.

Terry Spay, a tall bespectacled man with a slightly distracted demeanor spoke of the heroic aspects of farming, comparing himself to Cortez and other warriors as he conquered furrows and crops. He interrupted himself and did a near perfect crow call, to the delight and stunned surprise of the audience.

Others, like deranged auctioneers, let their verse go unleashed in a rush of often-unintelligible words, others recited sing-song-styled, old-fashioned verse constructed of a semblance of meter and rhyme.

Winner Turcotte recited his poem in a slow, measured style, “I recognized you as my heartblackened,/Yanking you by the collar/I recognized that you were too broken to break . . .”

Turcotte, 36, part Irish American, part Native American (a member of the Pembina-Chippewa tribe of the Turtle Mountain Reservation of North Dakota), said, “I did it on a dare. I didn’t think I’d win, but it’s nice. Now I can pay for my electricity-I won’t have to read by candlelight for the next month . . .”

The readings represented a broad sampling of Chicago’s plethora of underground poets, many not regulars at any of the usual venues.

Emcee Quaraysh Ali kept the pace of the evening lively, and Sharon Powell and Akilah Kamaria read wickedly funny poetry while votes were counted.

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Workshops in Creativity

“At the core of the School of the Art Institute of Chicago’s Children’s Workshops is the belief that nurturing creative potential stands at the center of preparing children for life. Whether a child develops into an artist or scientist, encouraging the creative process is very important in their early educational years. In our workshops children learn to explore, imagine, and discover in their own unique ways as we help them on a path to becoming the creators, innovators, and problem solvers of the future. As we explore art and culture through projects and Art Institute of Chicago museum visits they learn a new language about artists throughout history.”

 

 

tree of life

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Miss Lady

“Hey Miss Lady,” the checkout guy to me at Whole Foods tonight. “Hey Miss Lady” that’s what my students on the far south side used to call me …”Miss Lady” — sounded so sweet to me — used to make me laugh out loud — and they knew they’d get a guffaw out of me for it…”Hey Miss Lady”…unexpectedly sweet and respectful in the midst of such difficulty and so many trials there, over a “choke sandwhich” and Flamin’ Hots and day glo lemon juice — Memory has a way of framing things so that they are not exactly as they were.  “Miss Lady” …

 

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Crazy Life in Lawndale

Went to a school on west Lawndale at about 2:30 p.m. or so — as I turned from Homan, west down Ohio, a group of adults all had tumbled onto the street — women pulling hair and punching, sprawling on the ground, (maybe 20 people) and men pulling the women off one another, then men fighting one another with their fists — it was the wild west for real and for sure.  I called 911 as I pulled into the school parking lot.  Then told the principal I was late because there was a fight on the street.  He didn’t blink.  I made it to my meeting — for extended after school programs.  Crazy life. This.

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Lawndale,_Chicago

 

http://killingseasonchicago2010.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html

 

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Spare me, February 2011

My Bridgeport landlady thinks that as I move out, and pack my things (move out is by the month’s end)… things should look more neat and tidy. I told her I was packing. She said it didn’t matter, why were things “all over the place?” “Because I’m packing and moving!” Her son got on the phone and screamed that if they ended up with an infestation of rats (yes rats) because of “pamphlets and books and papers all over the place” – I would have to pay to have all the rats removed. He was screaming about rats — rats and books. There’s a connection you know…too many books and you get rats immediately — ask any library, they’ll tell you. Does anyone know of good, reliable movers? These people, who hate books, hate “the other,” hate change, hate education — these people — my landlady and her son — are why I am leaving Bridgeport and the sanctimonious whiteness and ignorance I find so stultifying. No matter that I have promised to paint and clean etc — that’s irrelevant — nothing should ever be out of place — even if you are moving. These people are insane. Some folks  in Bridgeport do not calmly discuss, they yell, they go from zero to 60 — they make me astounded just to listen to them, ashamed to live near them, sickened to even give them rent money.

 

House on Shields I will be grateful to leave by month’s end.

This is an example of my horrible living room with too many books — it’s disgusting! How dare I have so many books! It’s gross!


    • Hate the hater, not the neighborhood! (or should it be love thy enemies?) This looks like a nice apartment. I have used Golan in the past and really liked them.

    • s She’s insane. Lovely room.

      Thanks…these people — oy.
    •  Don’t be hating books.
    • Love those reading rats.

       What a mess! ;-)
    • Sorry for the hassle.
      Maybe they are being mean to you because you are leaving them…
      xoxo

      Maybe…who needs this tsuris though…
    • I hear that! Yes, there’s no excuse for nastiness.
    •  They got sumthin’ else stuck up their craw…sorry that ur the one closest to them to take it out on. They really have no right to make you miserable, don’t give them that power. Just ignore them, get out & move on to happier a sitaution.
    • Don’t worry. Be happy ;)
      (I will hold you in my thoughts.)

      Carmela, nice chatting with you the other day! Your landlord was lucky to have you – maybe these crazies will be happier when they get a large family in there!
    • “maybe these crazies will be happier when they get a large family in there” with pet rats!
    •  and no books.
    •  Reminds me of your families old apartment in Crilly Ct.
    • Suggest to the landlady you could acquire a few cats to hold the rats at bay….
    •  And some stray dogs to chase the cats, who will chase the rats, who will eat the cheese. But as everyone knows, the cheese stands alone.
    • OK, Cheesy, call those movers. The people from Golan will not only move you, they will pack you. Worth every penny, believe me. I’m told the movers get trained by the Israeli armed forces!
    • Golan is my fav!
    • will do, says the cheese.
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William Idol’s Media Program at Francis W. Parker, Chicago, IL… 1967

William Idol made a huge impact on everyone he taught at Francis Parker in the 1960′s…click on this link and see the far reaching influence of his irreverent, passionate and no nonsense approach to mastery across the disciplines was/is felt…he is a master.

http://parker.rickray.com/?attachment_id=1111

I posted this on FB

The Medium is the Message

Attending my umptieth year Francis Parker High School reunion this weekend, class of 1971…will attend also an assembly/conference/Morning Exercise about the impact of a media program we were a part of in 1967 (that’s right, 1967-1968)…”The Medium is the Message” or as the typesetter’s first edition stated “The Medium is the ‘Massage’”

see this reference on “Mad Men”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TwnQmmTCA4

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Meditation for intention

The So Hum meditation.

I have been using “so Hum” for the last month, once or twice a week with an affirmation of what I would like to achieve in my life.  I sit for about five minutes with this technique (not a half an hour)…I do this in addition to my 20-30 minutes twice a day.  I just began meditating twice a day again a few days ago, but have been doing a single meditation every day (almost an hour at time) for the last month.  I have been told that 20-30 minutes twice a day is better than an hour once a day — and because I get so wound up with life (my ADHD personality)– the 20 minutes in the evening is very calming and centering.

 

If you are interested in this mantra/technique go to this site:

 

http://swamij.com/soham-mantra.htm

 

I learned the technique Chopra talks about below in Thailand at a temple in Bangkok at age 19 (no I didn’t stay at the monastary, I stayed with Annie Wray and her family, and went to the Wat every Thursday evening …later when I was 20, I learned the “I am” meditation through TM and practiced it faithfuly until I learned a second technique (which you can see in the chart).   You can find all the techniques for different life stages (and for men or women) in the chart I included about two weeks ago in notes.  As David Ciszco says, “Pass the Peace”

 

If you are not sure how to start meditating, here is a llink to an introduction by Chopra:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoCWfwcC3AwV

 

feel free to pass this on to your friends…

 

I am also doing the meditation challenge through the Chopra Center which is free…and again, very different than anything I have done before as  each day is a guided meditation.  I am adding this to my practice and trying to be open about whatever the style of teacher might be each day.  Meditation has been extremely effective for me in creating the shift I have needed as an artist/teacher… a shift into mindfulness and deep calm.

 

“In the beginning there was desire,

which was the first seed of mind…” 

- Hymn of Creation, The Rig Veda 


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