November 20, 2019 at 2:10 pm (Artists and Writers, Books, destinations, Holidays, Links, Lists, Places, Plays, Recommended, Traveling)
Tags: Cal Shakes, Christmas, English writers, fantasy, favorites, Just published, London, Lyra Belacqua, Oxford, Philip Pullman, Shakespeare
Fascinating Tuesday Photo Challenge!
Here are self’s three takes on the theme of FANTASY:
Picture # 1: Waiting for the start of Macbeth in Cal Shakes’ last production of the 2019 season. “When Birnam wood shall come to Dunsinane …” What’s not to love about the Weird Sisters? About the preening ambiton of Lady Macbeth? Self adores Shakespeare.
Picture # 2: Waterstones Oxford celebrates Philip Pullman’s The Secret Commonwealth (Vol. 2 of the Book of Dust, which takes Lyra Bellacqua of His Dark Materials and turns her into Lyra Silverstone — self picking up her copy today. So excited!
Picture # 3: London’s Knightsbridge, near Fortnum & Mason. Ready for Christmas, in mid-November. Window-shopping is de rigueur.
Awaiting Macbeth, Cal Shakes, October 2019
Waterstones Ground Floor, Oxford, November 2019
Picadilly, London: Somewhere near the Royal Academy of Art, November 2019
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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October 1, 2019 at 3:12 am (Artists and Writers, Plays, Recommended)
Tags: Cal Shakes, favorites, Mondays, performances, praise, Shakespeare, tragic characters
Never, ever miss a Cal Shakes Grove Talk. Self has been to a few of these, all delivered by Philippa Kelly, and each is enthralling. Kelly is a superb speaker. She ties in history, puts the play in context, and makes the playgoing experience so rich!
Self learned yesterday that Macbeth was written in 1606.
1606
She was reminded that a boy played Lady Macbeth in Shakespeare’s time. Imagine lines like “Milk my breast” from the lips of a boy! Plus the high voice! Self thought about this while observing Liz Sklar’s performance as Lady Macbeth — that is a powerful role that demands an actor equally powerful. A boy just doesn’t cut it.
This evening, self is reading Kelly’s essay in the program brochure. The essay’s title is Can We Forgive Ourselves?
- Actions can be imagined; but “if it (is) done when ’tis done,” an action has consequences — and if we are thinking and feeling beings, consequences can’t be ignored.
After listening to Kelly, self saw the play as a true horror story. Macbeth and his wife see ghosts everywhere. At the start of the play, they are young and beautiful. By its end they’ve both been driven round the bend. And it is TRAGIC.
Self realizes she has never, ever seen young Macbeth or Lady Macbeth. Until yesterday. It’s not Romeo and Juliet, but Liz Sklar’s Lady Macbeth is LIT!
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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September 30, 2019 at 3:18 am (destinations, Eavesdropping, Links, Places, Plays, Recommended, Sundays, Weather)
Tags: Cal Shakes, favorites, happiness, memories, performances, praise, review, Shakespeare
- “Each of us at some point has visited a place that holds special memories.” — Lens-Artists Photo Challenge # 65
This was an easy post for self to write. She just got back from attending Cal Shakes’ Macbeth. The Grove Talk by Philippa Kelly, Cal Shakes Resident Dramaturg is a Don’t-Miss.
Philippa Kelly Giving Her Grove Talk, Before MACBETH
Another shot taken at Intermission
Intermission, Macbeth: Sunday, 29 September
Have been watching plays here every summer since 2001 (Romeo and Juliet: Adam Scott played Romeo).
Tonight’s Macbeth and Lady Macbeth were played by a couple who suddenly put everything into a new light. All hail, Rey Lucas and Liz Sklar, for bringing the sexy back to a play first performed in 1606. These two are the youngest actors self has ever seen play Mr. and Mrs. Spot-on, the casting! For the first time, self understood the heat between the two; she could see the similarities to film noir. In addition, because self and her party were seated third row from the stage, she could see every change of expression on the actors’ faces; it felt so intimate.
Also, for the first time ever, self heard Macbeth call someone a “whey-face.” lol lol lol
Her one complaint might be that The Weird Sisters were not witchy. Or not witchy enough. Of course self got very excited at hearing the immortal lines: Double double, toil and trouble. She just wishes there were an actual cauldron.
She wonders if there was ever a production where The Weird Sisters were replaced by giant hand puppets. During intermission, she eavesdropped on the people behind her who were describing a performance of Macbeth at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. “There was a big pool of blood right in the center of the stage. And whenever a character did something bloody, they would supply themselves from the pool.”
That, in self’s humble opinion, sounds gimmicky to the extreme.
Philippa Kelly’s pre-show Grove Talk was fascinating — self wished she took notes. It revolved around the unmasking of identity, and how paradoxical it is that when people remark that “someone has changed” it usually means that the person’s true identity is finally being unmasked and undone.
Gregory also made self aware of the fact that the first actor to play Lady Macbeth was a boy, because back then women were banned from taking roles in the theater. Women’s parts were played by boys whose voices hadn’t yet broken. Has there even been a modern staging of Macbeth where they use a boy for Lady Macbeth? She thinks not, but it would certainly give the play a whole new spin.
P.S. The Bruns Amphitheater was FREEZING and self needed to rent blankets. Her lips got totally chapped and her hands were frozen. For some reason, all self had on was a denim jacket and a scarf.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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August 16, 2019 at 2:26 am (destinations, Links, Places, Plays, Traveling)
Tags: Cal Shakes, Cee Neuner, Cornwall, England, Fowey, Mendocino, summer
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is TREES.
This is self’s second photo challenge post today. She spent a long time poring over her photo archive and came up, finally, with these three:
Early Morning Fog, Mendocino, April 2018
Cal Shakes Grove, Orinda, CA, September 2018
Monterey Pines in Fowey, Cornwall, England, May 2019
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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May 14, 2019 at 1:28 pm (Artists and Writers, Books, Lists, Plays, Recommended, Women Writers)
Tags: biographies, Cornwall, Daphne du Maurier, English writers, Events, Fowey, literary festivals, praise
Fowey: Tuesday, 14 May 2019
Have attended two talks, both of them brilliant. The one this morning was delivered by Kate Aspengren, an American playwright (from Iowa!): Where’s the Fire? A Playwright Considers the Plays of Daphne du Maurier.
Loved knowing about this other aspect of du Maurier. The woman tried her hand at everything: novels, short stories, plays — even poetry!
Aspengren talked about three du Maurier plays:
- The Years Between (first staged 1944, in Manchester)
- September Tide (first staged 1948, in Oxford)
- her own adaptation of Rebecca
Because self has read Tatiana de Rosnay’s Manderley Forever (one of her favorite reads of 2018), she knows of Daphne’s fraught marriage. Her husband was General “Boy” Browning who was mentioned (not flatteringly lol) in the book self just finished reading, Antony Beevor’s Arnhem: The Battle for the Bridges, 1944. It was a very strained marriage, exacerbated by long absences. And du Maurier seems to have drawn on that for The Years Between.
As for September Tide, trust du Maurier to come up with this wickedly entertaining plot: A woman falls in love with her daughter’s husband. According to Aspengren, “the mother and son-in-law have an instant attraction to each other” despite an age gap of seven years.
Daphne du Maurier brings it.
Stay tuned.
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February 8, 2019 at 2:46 am (Conversations, destinations, Food and Drink, Lists, plans, Plays, Traveling, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: lunch, Mendocino, restaurants, Shakespeare, teaching
Drove up to Mendocino, which as the crow flies is only 200 miles from Redwood City, but always takes self at least FIVE HOURS.
On the way, she stopped by Yorkville Market and had lunch:
And then she mulled over the writing exercises she should start tomorrow with.
Should she have the students practice writing one very, very, very long, run-on sentence? With points to whoever can come up with the most run-on sentence?
Or, for fun, should she have them write a piece that’s all bad grammar and deliberately wrong spelling? Hamberder, anyone? Smocking guns?
Should she have them write a piece that’s all dialogue?
Should she ask them to capture every nuance of a piece of reality . . . in one sentence?
Should she have them practice writing a conversation that grows from an association of ideas (like a Harold Pinter play?)
Should she have them practice delaying the outcome for as long as possible?
She can’t decide. She’ll have to sleep on it.
BTW, this is one of the plays being presented by the Mendocino Theatre Company in 2019:
Mendocino Theatre Company, 2019 Season
Stay tuned.
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September 10, 2018 at 4:47 pm (Artists and Writers, Family, Plays, Recommended, Sundays)
Tags: Cal Shakes, causes, performances, praise, Shakespeare, summer
Oh, kudos, Cal Shakes. Kudos for everything. For the chart showing the House of Lancaster and the House of York, for the jumbotron messages above the stage (BOO! and RICHARD IS DEAD! were so on point!)
It was a lovely way to spend a late summer afternoon.
In choosing the seats, self noticed most of the tickets taken were on the LEFT side of the amphitheatre (Section E). She figured that must be because of the sun. When it strikes directly, and you’re sitting there for four hours (yes, the play was four hours: it passes quickly), it is not fun. So she snagged the last three tickets on the left side, which were in the next to last row.
She’s never before sat so far from the stage, but it worked out perfect because this was a large-cast production, with a lot of comings and goings, and from higher up you can really appreciate how every inch of that stage is put to good use.
Self’s only regret was that she did not spring for a button saying, THOU TOAD! ‘Twas only $3.
Both she and son forked up cash for the donation bucket. (This year’s fundraising goal is $150,000)
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
The set for The War of The Roses was amazing, as were the costumes. Kudos to Scenic Designer Nina Ball and Costume Designer Anna R. Oliver.
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December 21, 2017 at 7:38 am (Artists and Writers, Links, Places, Plays, postaday, Traveling)
Tags: Annaghmakerrig, happiness, Ireland, London, memories, postaday, postaweek, Shakespeare, Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Wordpress
The theme for this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is 2017 Favorites.
Here goes!
The Prince Albert Memorial on a Beautiful Day in Hyde Park, London, Late October 2017
Leaving the Globe after a performance of “Tristan and Yseult,” Tuesday 13 June 2017
The Main House in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig, Under a Crescent Moon
What. A. Year.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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November 18, 2017 at 11:10 am (Artists and Writers, Books, Plays, Surprises)
Tags: Annaghmakerrig, artists residency, discoveries, Ireland, Saturday, Tyrone Guthrie Centre
- A play is a kind of — playing.
— Gerard Weales, A Play and Its Parts (Basic Books, 1964)
Self found this book today, while she was rummaging in a cabinet of her cottage at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig.
Stay tuned.
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November 14, 2017 at 11:15 am (Books, Plays, Traveling)
Tags: Annaghmakerrig, Shakespeare, Tyrone Guthrie Centre
Prince: Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?
Poins: Yes, faith, and let it be an excellent good thing.
Prince: It shall serve, among wits of no higher breeding than thine.
Poins: Go to, I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell.
Prince: Marry, I tell thee it is not meet that I should be sad now my father is sick; albeit I could tell to thee, as to one it pleases me for fault of a better to call my friend, I could be sad, and sad indeed too.
Poins: Very hardly, upon such a subject.
Prince: By this hand, thou thinkest me as far in the devil’s book as thou and Falstaff, for obduracy and persistency. Let the end try the man. But I tell thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so sick; and keeping such vile company as thou art hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow.
Poins: The reason?
Prince: What wouldst thou think of me if I should weep?
The Lake at Annaghmakerrig, Early Morning
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