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Showing posts with label 2013. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2013. Show all posts

Monday, 23 September 2013

little shavings of light...

Wendy Stefansson. Isn't That What Friends Are For?
Slip-cast porcelain bowl, hand-painted (LOL!). 2013

“I’ve been scraping
little shavings off my
ration of light
and I formed it into a 
ball, and each time I 
pack a bit more onto it.

I make a bowl of my hands and I
scoop it from its secret cache
under a loose board in the floor
and I blow it across and I send
it to you
against those moments when
the darkness blows under your door.

Isn’t that what friends are for?
Isn’t that what friends are for?”


Bruce Cockburn, Isn’t That What Friends Are For?


Wendy Stefansson. Isn't That What Friends Are For? 2013























Tuesday, 9 July 2013

tragedy worn lightly....

Photo by Ariel Tarpey.


The other night I took my 14-year-old daughter to see Hamlet at Vancouver's Bard on the Beach Shakespeare Festival. On our way there, I gave her a quick verbal plot summary. "Oh, like The Lion King?" she asked. Yes. Very much so.

I saw my first Hamlet when I was 12, with my mom and the girl who was then and remains to this day my best friend. It was a contemporary rock musical version of the play, then called Kronborg: 1582. (Later called Rockabye Hamlet.) It was campy, and larger than life, and what I remember most clearly about it is the set, and the scene in which Ophelia went mad. "A flower for you, a flower for you...."

It was young and contemporary and fun; and happily, so is this summer's version of Hamlet in Vancouver. Although spoken in the original Elizabethan English, the sets, props, costumes and technologies are up-to-the-minute. And it works. The energy, the physicality, and the passion of the acting carry the considerable weight of this aged tragedy hurtling into the now, and wear it lightly. 

Jonathon Young is brilliant as Hamlet, but sometimes it is Naomi Wright who really owns the stage. In the role of a servant she generates real tears for the dead Ophelia, wiping her reddened and running nose. 

I wonder what my girl will remember of this Hamlet, when she takes her children to their first version of it?

Scenes from the 2013 production of Hamlet,
by Vancouver's Bard on the Beach Shakespeare Festival.