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!

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.

Photo by EP

Photo by EP

Wishing you a magical New Year!

Stay tuned for a new short film in commemoration of the 50^th anniversary of T. S. Eliot’s death.