I have made it – I know what I want

I have spent a lifetime of working out what I don’t want to find out what it is actually that I do want and this is the key to doing what I love.

The alienation of separateness and being confounded by prejudices which I never understood is to discover that, it is, what unites us that which holds meaning and fascination. This electric but rather obvious insight means now I have my path, I will now endeavour to learn from and work with any like minded people (people who love and value the universal and respect equality).

My own journey began with a feeling for innate human values, followed by developing a love for Shakespeare and Chaucer. The excitement of first discovering Joseph Campbell only to find it was James Joyce, that I was responding to all. These writers espouse values Olive Schreiner talks about so eloquently in her work during the reign of the backward and oppressive Victorians during a period known as the Fin de siècle.

I have a love for so many writers including Julius and Philip Epstein who wrote the script for Casablanca, The writers, who were retained against the wishes of Warner Brothers, worked tirelessly to retain some sense of the female independence in a heavily censored script. The writers started with an understanding that the themes of freedom and independence apply across genders, people, races etc. We are all in essence, the same but different!

Luckily, I have always been in love with the inventive classical form in writing but in all arts which includes literature, music, art, film or any other expression of universality. So the world really is my oyster.

Every day I will learn about, engage with and further the universal in all facets. I hope to create a universal home where anyone can understand that all humans are one and our expressions are the myriad of ways in which we connect to reach our collective journey into bliss, harmony and unity.

Thank you world.

 

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Starting afresh – meeting the universal

I have for sometime been reflecting on the sudden but obvious exposure of a mainstream world that has been for sometime misogynistic, racist, prejudiced, hypocritical or simply indifferent to violence against others or even planet earth.

Such destruction does not sit with me today and never really did but I stopped challenging this world and hiding the richness of the opposite inside, a world full of joy and sharing. The above destruction probably does not sit with countless others but I can only speak for me. So, I can only set out my own stall.

I value the universal not the differences which merely expose the beauty of our diverse planet.

I value women, I value men, I value children, I value all races and humans but not one over the other, I love and value our planet and the creatures which share it with us.

This is my true north star.

It is from this starting point, I will start the next part of my brand new creative journey, one which I truly want to be involved in rather than one I feel forced to participate in.

This feels like freedom, bliss and happiness because it truly is.

I wish all who read this and those who feel like this find their bliss.

In honour and celebration of Shakespeare – short play Sweet Desdemona’s Revenge©

For Shakespeare Everyday

The formerly Sweet Desdemona plots her revenge against her unjust death while remonstrating with a sorry Othello.

ACT I

It is a deathly night but the aura of a woman’s glow lights the dark

Othello is deeply wrapped in thought while looking at an ethereal Desdemona.

OTHELLO

Even in death

Visions of sweet Desdemona

Horrors so deep

Torment me in sleep

Haunt me to weep

DESDEMONA

You exist still

I am no vision

You lie awake

I am not an illusion

OTHELLO

My sleep did make us part

How heavy the heart

Aches from sleep’s heavy act

Where you and I no longer live

DESDEMONA

It is not sleep that did the act

But the thoughts you did impart

And heavy act thy did execute

Smother breath in my heavy heart

OTHELLO

Live not this time before

But in this present law

Live in our heavenly glory

To see you here before me

Our love endures a story

Where death returns life

DESDEMONA

Alas it is not me you see

But that which only time

On earth can again alter

Do you forget your crime?

OTHELLO

My sweet Desdemona

DESDEMONA

Address me no more thus

OTHELLO

I do not forget my crime

I laid my trust in honesty

Too false even for betrayal

Alas

The calm that woke me from my tempest

Now feels less than tranquil

Leaves me less than content

I do not follow the path of repent

But forever flower faith in love

DESDEMONA

Mention not the word

That runs rivers into drought

Had I married Othello

But fate made me marry my father

Thy faith in me was of equal measure

And as fickle as intemperate weather

OTHELLO

Your death didst demand debt

And my own life’s end I did let

DESDEMONA

You died for office Othello

like my father Brabantio

You presided upon many words

of thy trusted dishonest Iago

OTHELLO

Mention this not for I feel

fear of losing virtuous Desdemona

was my achilles heel

Suspicions cast by my alien persona

Made me call upon proof

from a wretched handkerchief

DESDEMONA

This memory I do constantly loan

The napkin I used to wipe thy brow

Did fall upon the floor

And you made me let it alone

OTHELLO

If the matter could but alter

without a wise woman I did falter

DESDEMONA

Unspoken jealousy in high rations

Caused your murderous passions

Your kisses were rife

Before you took my life

Defend not thy deathly deed

Know thy has sown the seed

to make our virtues a vice

I, nor women will bear the name

of crimes against womanhood

Virtuous women will now aim

to alter designs of sisterhood

OTHELLO

Fall not into this obdurate way

Let tender words forgiveness pray

Let not manly ignorance fall

to serve revenge’s enthrall

DESDEMONA

I seek not the heat of revenge

But to be freed from a deed

made to make me meek and strange

Nothing else I shall ever concede

OTHELLO

Think our love did fight

against such striking odds

Now so blind in sight

I am left to call upon the gods

DESDEMONA

The gods did sit upon the side

while

Our love fought and lost against an age

Tossed aside to live as words on a page

Now it is left to wander till the day

when love can again make its way

OTHELLO

Until this day Desdemona

May I wanderlust

Seek fulfilment

And find none

Repent I must

My words do haunt me

That my disports corrupt and taint my business

Let housewives make a skillet of my helm

And all indign and base adversities

Make head against my estimations

DESDEMONA

Thy will no longer have the last word

I will only wait

for the true love of Othello

If love can fully grow

and not rest upon a tale

Let love be

Forever on the rise today

Tomorrow let love rise again

Soar above the love of yesterday

But love must accord thee balance

Melodies of discord invite silence

Otherwise let no woman fall

for any gentlemanly enthrall

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Turning with the earth

The earth turns in the air. It is an image so evocative that we sometimes forget that everything inside earth is turning in unison with the earth too. Every time, this happens we are in a different space to the one before, moving from there to here wherever that ‘here’ is. There is movement in the word turn. It involves some kind of change, movement, change cannot happen without action. I, turn briefly resting but never stagnating before turning again. It matters not the measurement of the time but the action of the turn itself. Turning provokes movement because like the earth, it can do little else. Idiomatic expressions show this movement, to turn a corner is to pass an important point, to change one’s life. Then expressions such as turn over a new leaf indicating becoming more of who we want to be rather than what we felt forced into being. As teenagers, we turn up the music so as to express the need for change outside inside. It is the softest way to express the violent need or want for the world to turn and be different, an end to warmongering, unfairness and injustice and the celebration of such things. It is maddening that adults sometimes perceive turning up music as bad behaviour. However, turning up music is much more preferable to malevolence or violence, an action that is genuinely designed to hurt or cause pain, to oursleves, to others, and most of all, to the adults worried about kids turning up the “loud music”. The earth knows it, the adults know it, once they were young and they played loud music because they dared to dream a different world. Everything had the possibility of turning, sometimes people return to the centre of where and who they once were, the same but oh so lightly different. Just teenagers tuning out, then in before turning up the volume. I will always be a teenager, turning with the earth, experimenting till it feels right not just outside but inside.

Theatre review: Speed-the-Plow with Lindsay Lohan is one for the women

Performance not personality should rule the roost for those who care what we feel and experience in the theatre. But director Lindsay Posner had to contend with a circus of media madness when he cast Hollywood actress Lindsay Lohan for the production of Speed-the-Plow by David Mamet. And cope he did.

Speed-the-Plow is a satire about Hollywood movies. A huge star agrees to appear in a sure-fire commercial hit movie for small-time producer Charlie Fox (Nigel Lindsay), who takes it to big shot producer Bobby Gould (Richard Schiff) to greenlight. But a seedy suggestion planted by Charlie results in the attractive new secretary Karen (Lindsay Lohan) persuading Gould to dump Charlie’s project in favour of her meaningful story resulting from an epiphany. Charlie resorts to any means necessary to get Gould back on track.

Previous reviews concentrated on the private life of a performer with little about the actual performance. Lindsay Lohan, there, yes she is a Hollywood actress, who does things in life as stars and ordinary people do. It was previously reported that Lindsay Lohan could not remember her lines but she seem to delivered them extremely well when I attended. Indeed, the world she created lingered like the finish of a fine claret long after I left the theatre. Lindsay Lohan’s London stage debut in David Mamet’s Speed-the-Plow delivered smouldering passion to refresh a character often treated as a sexual object with manipulative objectives. Hollywood producer Gould, played by Richard Schiff, is prone to flattery, favours and manipulation of any kind is suddenly challenged by his attractive new temporary assistant.  Schiff skims the surface of good and bad as he moves between seducing and admiring Karen for her beliefs instead of her body. Lindsay Lohan uses her vulnerable star quality to transform Gould.  Nigel Lindsay is less convincing if only he had spent time making his performance believable rather than his bad and highly unbelievable American accent.

Lindsay Posner, the director manages to shake David Mamet’s play out of the world of Adam and Eve as often seen in the likes of Oleanna and Speed-the-Plow. Posner reveals the usual maligning of manipulating women also has an opposite side, a world which exploits and manipulates naive women. Twist then turn again I say.

Speed the Plow played at the Playhouse Theatre in London.

This is a rather late review, there is a very good reason for my tardiness, alas I cannot recall what it is.