Two days, four plays, and 376 miles later, I have returned home from the Utah Shakespeare Festival. I went by myself, actually, while my husband took some time off work to spend with our boy. It was Bob's idea, in fact. He is well aware of my Summer of Shakespeare, so when he heard about Nevada Public Radio's bus tour to the festival, he encouraged me to go. NPR handles the bus ride, hotel room (one night), and play tickets all for one decent price and all I had to do was show up and be fed by the spoon of eloquence.
So I did it! And though I went alone, it did not take long to meet friends. For when such kindred spirits bind themselves together, friends will be made! These are two wonderful women I met, Carolyn and Diane. They are both educators and we had good chats about preparing my son for kindergarten (for which they had great advice) and all sorts of other topics. Carolyn even brought along all sorts of supplemental reading for the plays.
What a wonderful time!
Much to my surprise, my favorite play from this year's festival was not from Shakespeare. No disrespect to the Bard, of course, but there was a certain production that BLEW ME AWAY. I'll blog about it in the near future. Very near, in fact, so I can convince some soul out there to go and see it.
I'll end with a quote from The Tempest, which production was spell-binding.
The Tempest was Shakespeare's final play. Some have suggested it was his goodbye to the world and that Shakespeare was speaking as himself, through his character, Prospero. Toward the end, Prospero says:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
It's interesting that Shakespeare talks so much about fading away, and fretting on the stage of life and never being heard of more. What would he have thought if he'd known the impact his works would have on mankind?
OK, one more item of housekeeping. As promised, I will announce the winner to my old fashioned raffle. After wearing out my hand from writing all the names of particpants (ha ha), the winner of the Pony Express book and playing cards is....Amy King!
Amy, I will mail your prize shortly.
Love to all and good night.