Siarad, a theatrical and spoken word event by Caroline Reid, was presented for an extremely limited season in a rehearsal space at Adelaideās āThe Goodwoodā, a self-proclaimed supporter of āthe cultural diversity and future of South Australian Artsā, no small feat in these COVID times. This reimagined venue is a community hub with a history and where an intimate audience witnessed Caroline Reid emerging onto stage in black hot pants and a polka dot shirt for 50 minutes of language-inspired performance.Ā
Reid has been previously described as displaying āferocious honestyā. Here, she wanders casually about the makeshift stage, warming us up to her brand of dry, incisor-sharp wisdom: āThe lizard brain is powerless in the face of artā she says, and perhaps she is endeavouring to show us.
Reid unpacks a suitcase of sentimental objects, laying them out alongside conversational gems such as āWe live in a world where the chairman of the board of Sydney Theatre Company is also the CEO of the Commonwealth Bankā. Reflecting on life and wooing us into her meandering monologue, her style is humble and unassuming. She continues on with her astute observations on cultural influences: in reference to David Attenborough she identifies his āclipped, wet accentā. It’s this turn of phrase and many others that allows us to enjoy the coruscating moments of her craft bound up in Siarad, and in her storytelling.
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Reidās thoughtful words come tumbling out in this collected works with its Welsh title. Siarad means to speak and is a nod to Reidās cultural heritage (the production was first launched as a collection of poetry and prose in 2020). Reid succeeds in drawing us into her narrative: āThe world is a kind of nothing place and I am like a rubbish place insideā she says.Ā
Without artifice, without ego, Reid weaves her brand of awkward magic, stringing together stories of her life, bantering between poems. There are so many ideas in this tumble dryer of a show that it feels like a development, a not yet complete performance but nonetheless, it was a privilege to be part of it.
Reid leads us through the challenges of growing up: āBe who you want to become but first know who you want to become,ā and growing old: āThese things were bound to come up: love, disappointment, not being deadā and the achingly, all-too-real task that greets many of us ā having to look after oneās parent(s) as they become less independent, and nearer to the end of life. For Reid this is tied to her motherās illness. āI think of lives lost to dementia all the time,ā she says and itās in her observations of love and the small moments that her talents truly lie.Ā
There are so many ideas in this tumble dryer of a show that it feels like a development, a not yet complete performance but nonetheless, it was a privilege to be part of it.
Reid’s musings are set to a well-considered, ambient soundtrack. From the start, behind her words is ambient R & B and later, there are elements of a richer, urban landscape woven between phrases. Jeffery Zhangās soundtrack assists Reid in lifting her words from the page, letting them live in the room with us.Ā
Whatās good and bad about the piece is a lack of judgement and the steady flow of words. Reidās range of moods and nuances is unstoppable; at times energetic, at times opaque and loaded with meaning. This reviewer had to go home and Google āZimmermanā to understand the connection to and reverence for a character in her youth. In not spelling things out to her audience, she honours our intellect and at times we struggle to keep up.
Her self-depreciating honesty and lack of artifice comes across in lines like: āThis little poem … will disappoint you, like a seafood laksa with only one prawnā. Reid has made an experience that is both appealing and melancholic, a bit waffly but well-crafted. Delivered as it is, as a one-woman show in a rehearsal room stripped of many theatrical conventions, we never forget, nor are we allowed to forget, that this is Reid laid bare.Ā
Siarad is the hallmark of a woman who has the need to speak, and thankfully, also has something to say. A nuanced, experienced, Australian voice choosing her words carefully, and presenting sometimes gentle, sometimes brittle poetry. On grief in the Riverland she muses, āDo they live with the memory of drought written into their days?ā As with the final poem, the show as a whole is something like a punch in the stomach, surprisingly painful in its intensity. With dramaturgy and pruning, this work-in-progress has potential as a worthy vessel for Reidās prodigious talent.
Siarad by Caroine Reid
Presented by Goodwood Theatre & Studios as part of COMEBACK Festival
Siarad was performed from 17-19 September 2021
The print book Siarad: Poetry and Prose by Caroline Reid is published by ES-Press, an imprint of Spineless Wonders and distributed by New South Books. The audio book is available through Authors Direct.