02.09.14 Last days of summer at the Penrose Estate and walking around Loe Pool and towards the Loe Bar (Porthleven in the last photo).
"What can be more American than the person who sees something they’ve never done before, dreams they can do it, goes after that dream."
Writer Jack Hitt tells the story of a small town production of Peter Pan, in which the flying apparatus smacks the actors into the furniture, and Captain Hook’s hook flies off his arm and hits an old woman in the stomach. By the end of the evening, firemen have arrived and all the normal boundaries between audience and actors have completely dissolved. (Act 1, Opening Night, 23 minutes)
Thanks maidofmatter for this excellent piece of radio journalism from 1997. The commentary is priceless (“the kids just suddenly lurch into the air and it’s suddenly clear that the people hired to operate these flying apparatuses, aren’t too sure how they actually work”). And the rising crescendo of Ravel’s Bolero is just the right piece of music to parallel the gradual ascent into not just a hot mess, but a fiasco.
I just need to get myself to a small-town high school production.
28.08.14-29.08.14: London with the Emily and coming back to Cornwall with a receipt of my first job payment from school!
Let’s not forget school starts this coming week.
To The Beginning
'to the beginning' - Kalafina (Fate/Zero OP2, 2012)
Aack I got flies on my face!