TWELFTH NIGHT
On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf …
J. M. Barrie
In Slim Chances, describing the finely honed simplicity, the silent eloquence necessary to play Beckett’s Krapp, I wrote:
The discipline of doing no more than is set down for one to do, as Hamlet advised the clowns. I once saw the great Russian clown Slava and was amazed by the magnetic power he had over a big audience in the slow, quiet passages of his show; it was full of spectacular effects, but, oh, the moments where he paused and seemed only to exist on the minutely eventful journey from one ‘blank’ space to another!
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| Photo by EP |
Last night I had the privilege of seeing Slava’s Snowshow on the Southbank, a truly magical Twelfth Night. The show was fresh as new and once again miniature minimalism on a grand scale.
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| Photo by EP |
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| Photo by EP |
Wishing you a magical
New Year!
New Year!
Stay tuned for a new short film in
commemoration of the 50th anniversary of T. S. Eliot’s death.
commemoration of the 50th anniversary of T. S. Eliot’s death.
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