It will all make sense in good time

There was one messenger from the gods already, my Mercury, http://das-unmoegliche.blogspot.com/2011/01/messenger-from-god-or-gods.html , and it made sense only a few days later because Mercury or Mercure was exactly the direction I should have been thinking of.

On September 22nd 2010 in the Bishop's Garden at Chichester, I heard a strange sound, "tock", and felt something on my left boot, while I was writing a letter. When I raised my eyes there was a robin on my boot, puzzled we both stared at each other. Allegedly - though I was unaware of the implications at that moment - also a messenger from a diety...

I'm definitely looking forward to returning to this magical place in August again....

Een doreen wia in Karke in de kerk - Chichester Festival Booking

Having nearly lost my nerves while trying to book a ticket or two for The Syndicate at the Minerva in Chichester (I'm not yet sure if I've actually booked only one, B13, or two others, A13 and A18, as well for August 16th), I definitely need something like the wonderful Intergalactic Lovers from Ghent to soothe my nerves!!!

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A Final Word about The Master Builder

I do not actually know if it is partially owed to David Edgar's new translation or rather only to the very accurate delivery of the lines at Chichester's Minerva Theatre, but there were certain antithetical concepts clearly expressed there. Words like "duty","pleasure","god", "human" were distictinctly ringing in the air, it's been quite a revelation and like somebody in the audience observed almost Shakespearian.

Some further musings

The tragic moment in The Master Builder (or in most any artist's life) arrives , when Solness finally breaks down and let's Hilde have a glimpse behind his carefully erected facade. All the bitterness about having sacrificed his own happiness to defy a jealous (definitely Protestant) god, who would have him but built edifices for his (god's) glory, and people not realising this sacrifice, ie not becoming happy in the homes Solness erects for them ("all they wanted were four walls"), bursts free in this liberating breakdown. Here Michael Pennington is surely at his best and overwhelmingly magnificent, this was the moment that gave me shivers during both performances. :-)  Wahnsinn!!!

The Princess of Orangia