My Facebook page has just prompted me with a “one year on memory” photo released as part of the launch campaign for A Midsummer Night’s Dream: A Play For The Nation.
What a glorious day that was. Full of hope, joy and the thrill of collaboration – a project to unite people up and down the country and produce something positively life affirming Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
Now one year on it’s as though the lights that are burning so brightly in that Barbican auditorium have suddenly gone out. Division and hate have (apparently) triumphed
As ever Shakespeare puts it best:
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house
Against the envy of less happier lands;
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Feared be their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home
For Christian service and true chivalry
As is the sepulchre, in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s son;
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out – I die pronouncing it –
Like to a tenement or a pelting farm.
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds.
That England that was wont to conquer others
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself
I despair! That is all.
The production is now back in Stratford upon Avon. Click on the image below for details