Monday, 30 July 2012

A Tale of Two Actors.


Geoffrey Hughes


The Curse of TV


Geoffrey Hughes was one of the greatest British character  actors that the country never got to see. Like many actors who find regular employment and security in a TV soap he was never offered or took the roles in the theatre or cinema that would have shown his great talent. Coronation Street was in its day the queen of the soaps and was truly original and groundbreaking – it brought ‘kitchen-sink drama’ to the small screen and showed who the working class were, giving them a voice. Geoffrey Hughes played a popular charter in the soap for many years, the loveable, big hearted, not overly bright dustbin man Eddie Yeats. He, like many actors of his time was cursed with the ‘is there life after soaps’ syndrome. His soap character  was so strong and so embedded in the TV viewing psyche that directors found it impossible to see or cast him in any other role for some time. The few things that he did do outside of soaps in later life showed that he was an actor of consummate skill. He had done his apprentice in repertory theatre and had taken Shakespearian roles. The pity is that no one wrote or cast Geoffrey in the great parts that he would have done justice to. A great actor that was missing from our screens for a long time.

R.I.P. Geoff and thanks.



Simon Day


Directors wit.


Simon Day might well end up like Geoffrey Hughes not receiving the roles or scripts that his obvious talents deserve. His Wikipedia page states that he a ‘comedian’  when it clear from the many characters he played in The Fast Show that he much more – he is a great character actor. Dan Frazer the actor who played the Captain to Telly Savalas’s Kojak once said it was difficult to work with Savalas because his presence and charisma stole every scene. Simon Day has the same screen presence his charisma is captivating. There should be a leading role waiting for him in the next BBC remake of  a Dickens. He would have been wonderful in so many parts of the recent remake of the Bards history plays. Simon Russell Beale is a wonderful actor but his Sir John Falstaff  lacked that twinkle in the eye – it was a good actor doing a good job -  I wondered what Simon Day would done with the part. When some one writes a new detective series that is not cliché ridden the major role should go to Simon Day he would be a good detective. One of the luvvie directors from the NT or RSC should be banging  his door down to have him in their new plays, but alas they lack the wit. Simon Day needs more serious and challenging parts – it is a crying shame that his talents are going to waste.

Sunday, 22 July 2012

Aisling Gheal - the Hollow Crown and Twitter.


The Power of Twitter


Is it possible to mention Ken Tynan and AA Gill in the same breath? When looking for someone with an honest and intelligent appraisal of the modern equivalent of the stage – the television – then yes. Gill would be loved if he were left leaning , but he has been pushed into his idiosyncratic slightly barking British eccentric corner by politically correct alternative comedians (mainly due to his friendship with Jeremy Clarkson) and the chattering classes.

 The point is  -  Gill made some perceptive comments about the new TV adaptation of the Bards History plays  - and what’s more he liked them. But last night a terrible thing happened – it is something I do but keep quiet about. Like all great Shakespearian tragedy the seed of doubt is sewn and we watch it grow – to its conclusion. Aisling Gheal watching the Hollow Crown, Henry V, saw the seed of a bad production which grew in front of her – and she Tweeted her observations – and others saw what she had seen and contributed to the Tweet – feed massacre.

I have to say that I started to do the same last week! That gate is modern! Look at that fire in the middle of the room – it wouldn’t be like that! Where will the smoke go and everything is so clean – unsmoked. Is that the house at Weald and Downland museum?

The point is that ‘doing’ Shakespeare in a  ‘naturalistic’ way is always dangerous. Less is more. ‘Doing’ Shakespeare in a Shakespeare way is always dangerous. Actors seem to become a little more unstable in the presence of the Bards words  - which of course are bettered by their saying of them. Actors must see Will was having quite ago at them in the rehearsal of the mechanicals play in A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Actors acting Shakespeare are like a BBC radio policeman – they all sound the same.

Some one Tweeting suggested that the Ken Branagh and Emma Thompson’s film of Henry V could never be bettered.  Ken, now Sir Ken, started his Shakespearian acting by being a very good copy of Olivier  with all the same mannerisms and enunciation. But he grew up and moved on – with Brian Blessed and Judy Dench – to some very odd actor centred productions – which left the Bards words mightily skewed at the expense of a luvvie performance. He then found that the Bards words were in fact quite good and he got a lot of mileage out of whispering his lines. He’s now arrived, as Gill points out in a review of Wallander -  that less means more.

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Night

fox
moon
cloud
steals
across
sky
black
shadow
earth

Walking Philosophy and Poetry


Walking Philosophy and Poetry


The Lake District bathed in sun light is a beautiful place, in rain and cloud, full of awe. It certainly is a place to reflect upon the human condition and man’s place in the great scheme of things. I get maudlin in the mist and dwell on Dido’s Lament:

When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast.
When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast.
Remember me, remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.

Perhaps it is my Welshness or just the nature of mountain people to brood on the harshness of life. So many poems of R.S. Thomas come to mind too in the mountains -  sheep living in a gap in the clouds becomes a reality.

In this mood I always return to my obsession with the state of mind of Wordsworth and Coleridge when they too were in wet white landscapes. Did the mountains really put them in a similar frame of mind – is it where they contemplated life, death, God?  Both of them had tempestuous relationships with friends and family to brood on too, they had complicated and difficult lives. The poetry of the two is evidence that they did consider great ‘ideas’, Coleridge often referred to as philosopher and theologian, while Wordsworth as philosopher is overlooked.
Roger Scuton, in his excellent essay about Spinoza, quotes Wordsworth’s The Prelude as encapsulating Spinoza’s position in many ways:


I felt the sentiment of Being spread
O’er all that moves and all that seemeth still;
O’er all that, lost beyond the reach of thought
And human knowledge, to the human eye
Invisible, yet liveth to the heart;
O’er all that leaps and runs, and shouts and sings,
Or beats the gladsome air; o’er all that glides
Beneath the wave, yea, in the wave itself,
And mighty depth of waters.

It is a pity that Wordsworth is commonly reduced to one line of poetry, and Coleridge is thought to have been a lonely befuddled drug addict.

Continuing the contemplation of the human condition in Black Sail youth hostel in Ennerdale there is the dedication to Chris Brasher another great thinker. He was famous  for getting things done and planning ‘ on the back of an envelope’.
There is a quote from Browning that goes with the dedication to Brasher

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?



The mounains are where thoughts drift down…….

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Reply to http://www.auxbordsdesmondes.fr


Ousios

Today of all days it seems appropriate to talk about the meaning of words. The word of today for theologians will be Ousia. The ‘God particle’ Higgs-boson has been found - the particle that lends mass to matter and holds the universe together. For years theologians have examined and debated the writing of the early Christian fathers about what the trinity and the world was made of or from – what substance/matter. The ancient Greek word for this matter was Ousia often translated into English as ‘substance’. However this is a travesty of the translation - and in the changes in the meaning of the word over hundreds of years. Today theology has been changed there is now a matter/substance that gave form to the world….. Can it be that the Higgs-boson is the matter that God is made of? Have we seen God? No probably not. Theologians will say that the word ‘Ousia’ did not actually state what it was supposed to… it did not get to the ‘essence’ the ‘essential nature’ that is God. The Higgs-boson will not convey the claims made by the early Christian fathers that the God – head (the trinity) is omnipotent, omniscient, all loving etc The particle is still not able to explain God or why evil exists.
Words are such bad purveyors of what they mean!  
Wittgenstein argued that the meaning of words comes from the function they perform within any given ‘language-game’. He rejected language having a direct connection to reality - he argued concepts do not need to be so clearly defined to be meaningful.
Is the Higgs boson real matter or a concept?

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Fisherman

he lifts his head
sniffs
sea air
scent of rain
tide turns
stares
beyond
what he knew
is gone
and no one
followed on

Thursday, 28 June 2012

The Dark Night of the Soul


German Poetry


Aberystwyth has a wonderful independent book shop -  Ystwyth Books (http://www.ystwythbooks.co.uk/) with the most fantastic range of books. It shamefully panders to the intellect with academic and literary books but it has all the other stuff – crime, thrillers, romance etc. (For some reason, and I have never discovered why - clergy men/persons love a good who done it!) I have not been in such a good book shop for years. The owner Martin Ashby and I remembered the renowned book dealer Alan Hancox of Cheltenham, everyone who dealt in secondhand and antiquarian books knew him. At some point in his life, before becoming a book dealer, Alan had worked in   Cowley Oxford making cars. Someone owes Alan a wikipedia page!
In Ystwyth Books I bought an anthology of German verse which I had been looking for at extremely reasonable price- the version edited by Leonard Forster. There were two poems that I wanted to read in particular, one was Abendphantasie by Holderlin and the other Mignon by Goethe.
 Abendphantasie was reputedly Nietzsche’s favorite poem and influenced his early thought. The poem is a reflection at evening about the nature of life. A ploughman sits down in front of his house and considers his lot. It is almost biblical in that man must earn his living and pay his way by the sweat of his brow. The ploughman thinks that on the whole he has quite a good life - but there is always that ‘thorn’ that goads him – the thought that there might be something better. It is the night and sleep that will now bring him release and joy. Night is also eventually death here.

Abendphantasie

 Vor seiner Hütte ruhig im Schatten sitzt
 Der Pflüger, dem Genügsamen raucht sein Herd.
 Gastfreundlich tönt dem Wanderer im
 Friedlichen Dorfe die Abendglocke.
Wohl kehren itzt die Schiffer zum Hafen auch,
 In fernen Städten, fröhlich verrauscht des Markts
 Geschäftger Lärm; in stiller Laube
 Glänzt das gesellige Mahl den Freunden.
 Wohin denn ich? Es leben die Sterblichen
 Von Lohn und Arbeit; wechselnd in Müh' und Ruh
 Ist alles freudig; warum schläft denn
 Nimmer nur mir in der Brust der Stachel?
 Am Abendhimmel blühet ein Frühling auf;
 Unzählig blühn die Rosen und ruhig scheint
 Die goldne Welt; o dorthin nimmt mich,
 Purpurne Wolken! und möge droben
 In Licht und Luft zerrinnen mir Lieb' und Leid! -
 Doch, wie verscheucht von töriger Bitte, flieht
 Der Zauber; dunkel wirds und einsam
Unter dem Himmel, wie immer, bin ich –
Komm du nun, sanfter Schlummer! zu viel begehrt
Das Herz; doch endlich, Jugend! verglühst du ja,
Du ruhelose, träumerische!
Friedlich und heiter ist dann das Alter

This poem also inspired Edgar Rietz to write the German TV series Heimat. The narrative of the poem is the story of Paul a young man who grows up in a small village in the Hunsruck working with his father- earning his way – keeping his wife and child. But one day the ‘thorn’ goads him and he literally walks away from everything in search of a new life – before the night takes him.

I found seven other poets in this collection with poems about the night as a place to start a journey or find solace – an escape form the world.

Opitz
Lied
Itzund kommt die Nacht herbei
Vieh und Menschen warden frei

Goethe
Willkommen und Abschied
Der Abend wieghte schion die Erde
Und an den Bergen hing die Nacht


Schiller
Der Abend
Senke, strahlender Gott

Holderlin
Sonnenuntergang
Wo bist du? trunken dammert die Seele mir


Novalis 304
Hymnen an die Nacht
Hinhuber wall ich
Unde jede Pein
Wird einst ein Stachel
Der Wollust sein

Brentano
Abendstandchen
Hor, es klagt die Flote wieder

Eichendorff
Der Abend
Schweight der Menshen laute Lust

Mondnacht
Es war, als hatt der Himmel
Die Erde still gekusst

Storm
Zur Nacht
Vorbei der Tag! Nun lass mich unverstellt