Listen. With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. Adelaide Crapsey
Few days ago I came back to check the date of the last post on this blog, and realised that it has been a year and a few days since I started my Shakespeare project in earnest. And I still haven't quite finished, as there's one more play he contributed to to get through, and … Continue reading Happy (sort of) anniversary
I made several attempts at getting everything I saw in one mosaic. Turns out that I don't have an pictures from the Ariadne auf Naxos I saw in the spring, and only a curtain photo of Boris Godunov. And quite possibly nothing at all from Nabucco (either that, or I'm blind). The two recitals that … Continue reading It was a very good year. In some respects.
I wrote this post already couple weeks ago, but never got around to publishing it - as much as I love the Wimsey novels, I am actually a bit lost on what to write about them or about Dorothy L. Sayers herself, and this post shows it; my apologies for what looks like a really … Continue reading On reading Dorothy L. Sayers, Part 1
I read fom somewhere that two years ago, when the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse was opened, Eileen Atkins in character as Ellen Terry spoke the first words of Shakespeare on its stage. She did another run of this play, written by herself and based on the Shakespeare lectures Terry started giving after her acting career has … Continue reading On theatregoing