Sunday, March 20, 2016

Bittersweet End to the Dance with the Devil

The incredible National Theater of Scotland has given the world such a big treat, it's hard to know where to start. ;) If you have half a chance to experience The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart, leap like a lively, lubricated landlord & do not miss it. It's an intimate masterwork & utterly unique theater experience. I worked this show for the last three weeks, and fell so hard for the actors telling this story that I surrendered myself to rhyme & meter to dash off a wee love note...

My treasured Alasdair, Annie Grace, Davie, Jessica & Paul,

Paul McCole, Jessica Hardwick, Annie Grace, David McKay & Alasdair Macrae

I knew right from the very start
That I’d enjoy Prudencia Hart
But what I couldn’t know
Was what rich seeds the play would sow;
Rather than with oft-repeated views becoming tiring,
The whole became so much - then ever more & more - inspiring.

Expertly coordinated music
Chimes & fiddles ringing through the air
I’ve learned from watching you, & I shall use it
I mean more than just sounds, O Alasdair.

I feel like you’re a person of the hearth, my Annie Grace
A special light & spirit in your words & lovely face
On days that I felt hard to reach, you sought me anyway
You’re Grace indeed, so warm & sweet; I’ll miss you every day.

He who affixes spoons before the session:
My heart expands from rib to rib to say
Your laughter and your deep complex expressions
I’m moved at times to tears, Davie McKay.

By you as well, strong Jess; aren’t you a treasure!
Your giftedness is rich & runs so deep
To watch you work was certainly a pleasure
An inspiration I’ll forever keep.

I understand there’s only the one Colin
a singular sensation of a role
My faith is in this actor; he is all in
Have you not an extra Paul McCole?

(Paul, one evening you did say ‘We keep moving you around!’
Though I said ‘I don’t mind one bit’; alas, my chair’d been run aground
Secretly upset I was, to be back there all tucked away
I tell you, I wanted to cry ‘I cannae see the fuckin’ plae!!!’)

Within you there is something that’s elusive
You’re greater than the sum of all your parts
Your voices will stay with me, that’s conclusive
O cast of Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart

I’ll miss you. Though I’m certainly not bitter
My spirits for a time will remain sore
Better to have loved then found on Twitter…
I’ll keep a hope to see you all once more

Yours in actorliness and writerliness, and with such unending warm admiration & affection,


P.S. May your nest be e’er theeckened (but with live nights).

P.P.S. Nites?