I have been relatively quiet of late – for which I apologise. Both personal and professional dramas (not all bad – but all stressful) have been curtailing my available time and energy to post over the last six months at least. As thing begin to ease somewhat, I find myself musing on the nature of triumph and disaster – and those famous lines of Kipling’s:
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same
Bridge Theatre
Photograph by Manuel Harlan
I have a lot of thoughts about this production – mainly about how damned exciting the theatre can be when a bunch of talented actors and stage professionals get together with the deliberate intention of rabble-rousing, and when they have the extraordinary flexibility of a new theatre at their disposal.
I hope you have a better day than poor old Caesar did! I took the opportunity, when recently in Rome, to wander round his stomping ground – the Forum, the actual Rostrum where Mark Anthony made his famous speech (sadly sans ships’ prows), some of the earliest Republican temples in the city. And I’ve thrown in a contemporaneous portrait of the man himself…
A quick one – and not strictly Shakespeare-related – to share my love for the fabulous Letters Live.
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