A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Puck Holding Up 'Red Wine and Blues'

Puck Holding Up ‘Red Wine and Blues’

Anne is seen here standing at the magic hour, when the sun’s light is at its best, holding up her latest finished quilt, entitled Red Wine and Blues. She kind of looks a little like a barefoot elf here, with glasses too. She gifted the quilt to our friends Don and DJ (DJ is also a quilter). Don and DJ, Stew and Nancy and Joanie, last, but certainly not least, all joined us last night to see a performance of Shakespeare in Forest Park (USA Today rated Best City Park, lookout Yellowstone!) at the Saint Louis Shakespeare Festival. This festival has been going on so long now that they’ve run out of all of the Bard’s good plays and thankfully, rather than subject us to one of his lesser works, have decided to recycle one of my favorites, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. On the back of the quilt, in each of the four corners, Anne had attached some pithy sayings, at least in my humble opinion: 

  • A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness —
  • We will serve no wine before its time. — It’s five o’clock somewhere!
  • In Vino Veritas
  • Don’t Drink and Quilt — Well, maybe one glass!

There is a theme there. Other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.

In The Glen

Antony and Cleopatra Set

Antony and Cleopatra Set

We went to see Shakespeare last night with Joanie. We were more successful this time than with last week’s dry run of sorts. This year’s play is “Antony and Cleopatra”, which I had never seen before. This is STL Shakespeare’s 15th season, so the company has already mined the Bard’s folios of all of his most famous works. Pictured is the play’s empty set at intermission. The columns are covered with strips of gold hairdressing highlights foil. They look pretty good.

I have CDO. It’s like OCD, but the letters are in alphabetical order, as they should be!

I took the backstage tour, which considering how Spartan the set is this year was less interesting than it has been in past years. I learned that the five massive columns are hollow and open in the back. The guide had an interesting story though. Before each act, the announcer does a mini countdown, “10 minutes until the next act begins, 5 minutes until the next act, 2 minutes…” This is intended to get the audience to their seats. A few years ago, the actor playing Hamlet found himself locked in his backstage trailer. Listening to the countdown, try as he might, he couldn’t get the door open. Finally, with only moments to spare, he was able to jimmy the lock open, using his fake sword.

Did you hear about the dyslexic agnostic insomniac?
He stayed up all night wondering if there really was a dog.

Marc and Cleo made quite the onstage pair, although by the end of the play I was wishing for the asp to get on with it and finish the job of shuffling off both of their mortal coils. A little bit more expedient dying would have been nice on a work night, but such is art, you can’t rush the good stuff. Annoyingly, a helicopter buzzed the play more than a few times. Maybe it was taking photos, but more likely it was waiting for its turn at the Barnes Hospital heliport or just maybe it was just waiting to whisk Marc and Cleo off to the emergency room.

Othello

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I kissed thee ere I killed thee, no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. – Othello

On Saturday afternoon, NPR was featuring a dark streak of human nature in its programming. There were segments with police interviews of the Green River Killer, the German Jewish chemist that developed the Nazi death chamber chemical Zyklon that in its B form was used to exterminate the Jews and a survey that concluded that +80% of the human race has detailed fantasies about murdering another person. I mention this as preamble to Saturday night’s theater performance of Othello.

The ‘Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice’ is a play by William Shakespeare. It is this year’s selection at the Saint Louis Shakespeare Festival. Saturday night, Joanie, Anne and I went to go see the performance in Forest Park. You couldn’t ask for a more pleasant evening for outdoor entertainment, at least not here in Saint Louis. Did I mention the price of admission? It is free. We brought a picnic supper to entertain ourselves until the show started. In addition to our own refreshments, there were numerous other divertissements. From Juggling Jack to the Green Show, there was more to see then time permitted. The play itself was excellent, as the Saint Louis Shakespeare Festival’s productions always are. I’m glad we went on Saturday, because it was a late night.