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Debut Session at HMYOI Aylesbury
30th May 2001
Diary Entry by Shelley Atkinson
8 am, Wednesday, May 30th, 2001. I leap out of bed and crash land on the alarm.
Momentarily exhausted by this I slump against the wall and contemplate my day. It is an
LSW Prison Project day. So I need to wash, dress, eat, pack and make my way across London
to Marylebone station for 10.50am to meet Bruce and other members of LSW (Sarah, Clare,
Oliver, Rupert, Rob, Alisdair, Timothy. Chris we will meet at our destination). I can do
that, I think, as I lurch towards the bathroom.
SOME FACTS:
HMYOI Aylesbury has an operational capacity of 449 inmates, men aged between 17 and 21who are serving mid to life sentences. Originally built in 1847 it has been a county jail, a womens prison, an inebriate centre, a Borstal for girls, an adult male prison, and a young offenders institution. We arrive at HMYOI Aylesbury. Think Porridge. Bags scanned, bodies metal detected, Dan (who teaches art and sculpture and does counselling) and Liz (Head of Education) lead us to the canteen. Dan is going to participate in the workout. They had the RSC in last week. Lunch, courtesy of the Education Department, food prepared by the inmates. Lovely lasagne. Thank you very much. Then to the Education block, and a tour with Dan of the art room some beautiful work on show which he is clearly very proud of - and the kitchen where inmates can prepare their own food. Prison smells like boarding school. Everything is locked. Doors unlocked before you, locked behind you. One cannot just open a door and walk through it. Inmate toilet cubicles have only half divides so that inmates can be seen. We settle into our room. Its a classroom, with blackboard and chalk. We move the tables to the wall, put our bags into a small side room, which is then locked.
Bruce leads us in Felling
Shakespeare.
Claire shows me some flamenco. I
compliment her. Oliver joins her. I do some surreptitious ballet. Someone is driving a
pretend car.
I always have a feeling of
suppressed hysteria around this time.
The guys arrive. Great. We move
forward to greet them as one by one they come through the door. They look slightly wary. Im not
surprised. We are very enthusiastic. Bruce starts us off straightaway with some
warm-up exercises to get us to work together, make eye contact, build up trust in one
another. The response, I think, is pretty good for a first session.
We move to the Shakespeare Insult
Kit. They get to insult us using Shakespeares words and we insult them back in modern English,
without swearing. Thrilling for us (e.g. "You wart on the hairy arse of a hog!") but
not so thrilling for them. The Shakespearean insults dont mean enough to
them, or to us I suspect, for them to feel like its a fair fight and because we are not restricted to
set words we can be personal. Abdullah takes control. If hes allowed to use
modern English he will insult all of us in one fluent stream!! Oliver picks up the
gauntlet. If Abdullah insults us in one fluent stream, Oliver will do the same to them
using the insult kit! They both do extremely well. I feel much more insulted than I did in
the previous round.
We do other exercises. The workout
is fast-paced. We move into iambic. And there is a sense of struggle in the room now. We,
the actors, are very much leading, demonstrating. We hurtle on. And then Chiddi, who up to
now has been pretty quiet, stops us and articulates the struggle. How are they to
understand this language? How is it relevant to them? We discuss this its a
very similar discussion to the one we had at Huntercombe YOI (cf Sarah Louises
diary). We talk about rhythm and metre and how they can release the sense of a line, about
not having to understand every word, about finding ones own meaning in
the words spoken or read. We talk about rap. Curtis and Robster get up and rap some text.
Chris, Oliver and Rupert read some work written by an inmate at another prison inspired by
Shakespeares Macbeth. Bruce gets me up to recite a sonnet. We are trying to
show, I think, that one can own many forms of language, and can find expression,
recognition and empowerment in each of these forms and in them all together. I am not sure
that we are succeeding.
We sit down to put together a line
of Shakespeare that Bruce has cut into pieces, and one of the inmates, unbidden, leans
over to me and tells me conversationally what he thinks the line means.
And thus I witness, very simply,
connection.
Which turns into ownership when we
start to write our Witslings. The two guys I am working with take a line of Shakespeare
each. One uses his as a title for his verse and the other as part of his verse. And these
are now their lines. They have connected with them, are inspired by them and they own
them, so much so that it comes as a shock when someone else in the group has chosen the
same line for their verse.
We have to finish up very quickly
after this. For some reason we have slightly less time today than we usually have. The
guys leave the room. Each of them is patted down in the corridor on the way out. We
collect our stuff, put the tables back, make our way back to the entrance, say good-bye to
Dan, Liz and Chris, and off to London we go.
Its all very
bizarre. Before I visited any prison, I knew in my head what it was, but to be there, to
walk from the outside which is maybe a town or rolling fields in the countryside, through
the entrance and into that enclosed space where one cannot see the town or the fields,
where everything is locked up, where all kinds of freedom are curtailed, where one is
separate from the outside, and separated by more than just a wall this is very
strong. It is a stronger punishment than I ever considered it to be.
I feel that the day has been
successful. The boys/men we met were on the whole engaged and at times led us and made
demands of us and asserted their equality to us. I look forward to going back and working
with them again.

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SHELLEY ATKINSON 2001, Short Film, Alice, BALCONY, LCP, Susanna Wallin 2000, Stage, The Captain, CABARET GALACTICA, Performance Theatre Company, Rob Ballard 2000, Stage, Julie, THE LATE, Together Alone, Marianne Badrichani 1999, Radio, Tanya, THE BLACK MONK, Bristol Travelling Theatre, Rupert Kingfisher 1999, Short Film, Jarvis, THE SECRET LIFE OF GONZO O'FLAHERTY, JM Productions, Jim McIntyre 1999, Stage, Rhonda, MIND YOUR HEAD, Futures Theatre Company, Caroline Bryant 1998, Stage, Tina, PEOPLE IN GLASS HOUSES, Doom Productions, Nick Pilton 1998, Stage, Eleanor, SMOKE, Spanner In The Works, Nick Pilton 1998, Stage, Tanya, THE BLACK MONK, Bristol Travelling Theatre, Rupert Kingfisher 1998, Stage, Sadie, THE WOMEN, Acting Company, Terrie Fender 1997, Stage, Liza, BONDAGERS, Acting Company, Terri Fender 1997, Stage, Eliza Lynn, SQUARE PEGS IN ROUND HOLES, Acting Company, Adrian James |
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