Many years ago there was an Emperor so exceedingly fond of displaying his intellect he spent all his money on books and scholars. He cared nothing for reviewing established infrastructure, going to the theatre, or spending time with his family, except to show off a new great discovery. He kept a scholar for every hourContinue reading “The Emperor’s New Discoveries”
Category Archives: Projects in Progress
Deleted Scene from ‘In The Stones’ – St Mark’s Eve
Today was the first read-through for In The Stones. The latest in a long line of steps that now leads on to a more directional path. I find shows are always a series of gateways; the idea stage, manifesting, starting again, completion, editing, casting, rehearsing etc. By passing through one door you suddenly find theContinue reading “Deleted Scene from ‘In The Stones’ – St Mark’s Eve”
A Small Teaser – In The Stones
What a month- a week in Cornwall, a week of moving, a week of new jobs! So much to do, so little time to write. For now, here is the teaser for ‘In The Stones’, filmed in Pendeen Church (yes I was having some fun with the acoustics). Here’s to the future!
Contemplating Poster Design (In The Stones)
Now in the midst of frantically creating the new poster design for ‘In The Stones’. Funny how theoretical a project can be for 18 months, and then within the space of a phone call it is hardened into performance dates. The poster design is fun, stressful, always a rush job and always feels pre-emptive. AlwaysContinue reading “Contemplating Poster Design (In The Stones)”
All’s Well That Ends Well (Editors Note)
Bestiality, coercion, child kidnap and consent are all at the heart of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and yet it is All’s Well That Ends Well that is labelled a ‘problem play’. This categorisation, coined by Frederick Boas in 1896, is neither apposite nor necessary. As Alistair Fowler defines, ‘every literary work changes the genres it relates to’. TheContinue reading “All’s Well That Ends Well (Editors Note)”
My prediction of the future; it came in a dream
When balanced the global world supports local life, when off-kilter isolation and malcontent flourish. Both systems need both. A paradox? But of course.
A Book of Old Ballads, a Foreword by Beverly Nichols
ife has so twisted things that there are no longer any clean swords nor great causes, nor black enemies. And the flags do not know which way to flutter, so contrary are the winds of the modern world. All is doubt. And doubt’s colour is grey. Grey is no colour for a ballad.