I was recently asked to collaborate in a photographic
project documenting the supposed ‘decadence of clowning in western culture’. My
response was to ask, ‘what decadence?’ I have been involved in clowning
performance, teaching and research since the mid-1980s and from my perspective
there is a continuous stream of people interested in training in clowning and performing
it, as well as in exploring its social use beyond the orthodox set-up of
performer/spectator and into the realms of healthcare and politics. Clowning
has also gained a modest recognition in academic circles, with the publication of
a range of books over the past couple of decades.
But my instinct to see the positive trend in clowning is
also counter-balanced by my concern about the direction clowning is taking in
western culture. Barnaby King, in his recent book. ‘’Clowning as Social
Performance in Colombia’, wrote tellingly about how the influx into the country
of an ‘international style’ of clowning, from Europe via Argentina, could be
read as paralleling the ‘apertura’, or opening up to global markets, of
Colombia. This ‘globalised’ style of clowning might even threaten local and indigenous
ways of understanding the artform, which is of concern.
I witnessed something similar during my return visit to
South Africa some months ago, when a major theatre festival programmed, for the
first time, a piece of ‘clown theatre’. A laudable move, indeed. But the piece
was an unfortunate, and perhaps isolated, example, of how safe clowning has
sometimes become. It could have originated in any part of Europe or North
America. But its seeming lack of insights, whether personal, political, cultural
or aesthetic, nonetheless drew considerable approval from middle-class white audiences
who would normally go to see standard theatrical fare. I felt like we could
have been anywhere - London, Paris, Bogotá. This is a far cry from the classic example of South African clown-influenced theatre from the 1980s, 'Woza Albert!' (see photo)
This blandness was nowhere to be seen, however, when workshopping
clowning with Sowetan teenagers, who, when asked to ‘do something silly to make
us laugh’, would come up with the most outlandish, grotesque and daft things imaginable,
setting everyone off in bursts of uncontrollable laughter. Back in London, one
just has to imagine presenting audiences with that kind of clowning to quickly
realise that the most common reaction would be to back off. In my experience, the
grotesque in clowning is getting harder and harder to pull off, in our society where
‘taste’ means seeking out yet more uncrossable lines which clowns should stay
clear of.
My other work in South Africa was with Clown Without
Borders, who in that country are different in that they work extensively within
their own country. Elsewhere in the world, it is more common for CWB projects to
be expeditions travelling some distance across the globe. Many of these
projects do great things, but a side-effect can sometimes be the inadvertent exportation
of the western idea of what a clown is.
The multiplication of distancing might explain in some way
the drift from clowning towards stand-up which is another concern right now. It’s
probably always been the case that British clown students and performers have
been tempted by the culturally dominant magnets of irony, sarcasm and wit, but
lately it seems like it’s getting harder to resist. With performers with little
or no clown-factor now boldly advertising themselves as clown-influenced
Gaulier graduates, it looks like the picture is going to get even more
confused. Does anyone still want to be a clown?