Showing posts with label Pop-Up Globe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pop-Up Globe. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

This day...


... is call'd the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, 'Tomorrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, 
But he'll remember with advantages
What feast he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words –
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, –
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered, –
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs't they were not here;
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Monday, 8 May 2017

Happy days at the Pop-up Globe

Blue skies over the Pop-up Globe. Sometimes the skies look like this:
Globe carpark under water! It takes a certain amount of enthusiasm? dedication? madness? to get out of a nice warm dry car into this...


Hugh and Sebastian come for the Shakespeare but also for the ice-creams :)

Two dedicated fans!

Daniel Rowe, Playhouse Manager, in action


Stage front, and heavens above (note the cannon!)

The Globe standard flies over the yard

The Auckland Philharmonic Orchestra takes over the stage for Shakespeare's birthday

Henry V vs. the High Constable of France


Friday, 21 April 2017

Monday, 17 April 2017

Conversations at the Pop-up Globe

Well-heeled gentleman in the middle gallery: Who are all those people down there?
Me: Those are the groundlings, the cheap tickets and the best view in the house.
Well-heeled gentleman: Are they part of the play? Or can anyone buy those tickets?

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During a school matinee of Othello:

Schoolboy 1: [whispers earnestly and at length the plot of Othello to his chum]
Schoolboy 2: Oh, thankyou... I understand now.

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Lady [peering at my lanyard]: Why are you volunteering here?
Me: Because it's fun!!
Lady: Oh...
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And, without fail, every time I volunteer there will be a version of this conversation:

Friendly fellow volunteer/audience member: So, what do you do?
Me: I'm-a-PhD-student-in-English-Literature-looking-at-medieval-drama-in-the-modern-context.
Friendly fellow volunteer/audience member, light suffusing their features: Ah! So that's why you're here! Living research!

At first I tried earnestly to explain that Shakespearean drama is not medieval but Elizabethan/Jacobean, i.e. early modern, and that I am at the Globe first and foremost because I love it... now I just smile sweetly and say, "Indeed."

I am also asked fairly regularly if I am an actor; I have no idea why (perhaps the 'dancer's posture'?) And someone asked me today how I do my hair. Life is never dull at the Pop-up Globe. 😊

Monday, 3 April 2017

Overheard at the Pop-up Globe

"It's better than I expected."
~ laconic teen trying very hard to pretend she is not enjoying herself

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"It's good... but not as good as last year!"
~ approx. 10 year old school twinkie, mournfully, at a riotous performance of As You Like It

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Lady: Oh look there, I think it's Anthony Harper [law firm & Pop-up Globe foundation sponsor]!
Me: ?!
Lady: Look! It is! It's Anthony Harper!
Me: That's Tobias Grant [commercial director].
Lady: It's Tony Harper himself! I'm sure of it!
Me: *shrugs*

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Lady 1: Oh, is it Henry V today? I thought it was Henry VIII.
Lady 2: Oh, no, dear, I'm sure it was Richard V.
*ushers scanning tickets exchange agonised glances*

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Soggy fun at the Pop-up Globe

Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note,
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats
And pleased with the food he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

~ As You Like It II.5

"Rough weather" at the Pop-up Globe this morning is stating it rather mildly. Torrential rain and inch-thick mud would be nearer the mark. This, however, did absolutely nothing to dampen the lively spirits of around 480 school children, some of them very small, who came to see As You Like It. Nor did the rain rust their voiceboxes, which laughed, booed, whistled, whooped, sang, screeched and screamed; the resulting cacophany was like feeding time at the zoo and, having been 'promoted' to working on the usher's two-way radio, meant that I couldn't hear a blessed word that was said on the other end... 

I do love school matinees though – they are such fun and it is really lovely to see so many twinkies enjoying Shakespeare. It must be wonderful to play to them as they are such a giving audience.

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Non Nobis

Non nobis Domine, Domine, 
Non nobis Domine,
Sed nomine,
Sed nomine,
Tuo da gloriam.

This old Latin hymn of thanksgiving, originally associated with the Knights Templar, was according to legend ordered by Henry to be sung after victory at the Battle of Agincourt:

Do we all holy rites.
Let there be sung Non Nobis and Te Deum,
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,
And then to Calais, and to England then,
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.
~ Henry V IV.8.117-21.

Get thee hence down to the Pop-up Globe for a rousing performance of this and indeed of the whole play. Blood! Mud!! Canon!!! Flaming arrows!!!! Sword fights in full armour!!!!! Glorious poetry!!!!!

Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Pop-Up Globe version 2



familiar faces ~ new faces ~ "Hey Mister Tally Man, Show Me Your Bananas" ~ banana plants in need of watering ~ bagpipes ~ jigs ~ Pasifika  ~ "Once more unto the breach" ~ Fluellen's Welsh accent that wasn't ~ sheep ~ sun ~ rain ~ a waterfall from the roof where the guttering failed ~ "this majestical roof fretted with golden fire" ~ blood ~ mud ~ teeth ~ laughter ~ tears ~ flaming arrows ~ cannon ~ "What fire is in mine ears?" ~ armour ~ sword fights ~ Tango ~ slapstick comedy ~ bawdy humour ~ drumbeats ~ gravel in your shoes ~ late nights ~ the draughty Upper Gallery ~ free parking!! ~ Health and Safety, even in NZ ~ ushering ~ fairy lights ~ trapdoor ~ the swing ~ Bardolph's hanging ~ colour ~ costumes ~ Messina ~ the wedding cake ~ ladders ~ poetry ~ wordplay ~ wigs ~ helmets ~ horns ~ a crown ~ people ~ Wirepa from "The Deadlands" cheering ~ dancing ~ flags ~ bunting ~ scaffolding ~ stairs ~"All the world's a stage" 

It's back...

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

This day is called the feast of Crispian

Today, 25th October, is the feast day of St Crispin, forever beloved by Shakespeare fans because it provides them with an excellent excuse to chant the famous eve-of-battle speech in Shakespeare's Henry V.

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tip toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

However, St Crispin's day this year was by many Aucklanders eagerly awaited for a different reason, albeit one connected with Shakespeare...

He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, 'Tomorrow is St Crispian.'

The Pop-Up Globe is returning this summer (glory hallelujah!) and the season dates and performances were released today, St Crispin's Day.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

The season runs from 23rd February to the 14th May; the plays are Othello, As You Like It, Much Ado About Nothing, and (appropriately, given the day of the announcement) Henry V. Full details here:


And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks
That fought with us upon St Crispin's Day.

I cannot decide whether 25th October was deliberately chosen for the season launch, or whether it was (very) happy coincidence. (I suspect the latter as there is no mention of St Crispin anywhere in the website, or on Facebook). Oh well... it doesn't matter.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

 The main thing is - the Pop-Up Globe is coming back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Friday, 19 August 2016

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

"Quite, quite chop-fallen"

On my way home today from the university I walked past Bard's Yard, where the Pop-Up Globe is in the process of being pulled down (sniff). Here it is, in all its waning glory.

From the end of Aotea Square
From the site entrance, on Greys Ave

From the corner of Greys Ave and Mayoral Drive




From Mayoral Drive

The green thing in the foreground is the roof of the onion dome which originally sat between the two gables. The green of the roof exactly matches the green of the crane!

Good night, sweet Globe, and flights of angels [in hard hats and fluorescent jackets...] sing thee to thy rest!

Monday, 9 May 2016

Farewell to the Pop-Up Globe



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.

- The Tempest IV.1.148-58.


With a full house, a standing ovation, deafening cheers and quite a few misty eyes, the Pop-Up Globe season came to an end last night. Deconstruction begins this morning and many people will be very sad to see their happy home disappear into air, into thin air.

I am not usually a huge fan of Dr Seuss (too glib for my taste) but one of his oft-quoted proverbs seems fitting here: Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. The three months of the Globe season have been magical. I will always remember them, and always feel privileged to have been a part of them.

 
As Miles Gregory said in his speech last night, that it happened at all is really quite amazing. Dumping a hundred tons of scaffolding in a car park is a crazy idea... but what a brilliant one!

The Globe may be coming down, but - at the risk of sounding clichéd - the memories remain. For me Twelfth Night will always stand out, for its infectious mirth, its light touch, its joy and its poignancy. By the end of the run I knew it by heart.

Over the course of the Globe journey, yours truly has

* seen 17 performances - Twelfth Night 9 times; Romeo and Juliet 5 times; Hamlet, Antony & Cleo, and The Tempest once each

* ushered for 12 of those - Twelfth Night x 6, Romeo and Juliet x 4, Hamlet x 1, Antony & Cleo x1

* sold about 40 programmes, which also meant

* learning how to operate an Eftpos machine - from the vendor's end!

* scanned about 250 tickets (very stressful, because I did it for the first time at the very last public performance and my machine kept jamming) 

* assisted four fainting groundlings

* broken one pane of glass in one of the Gentleman's Rooms, tidying up late one night after the performance (the picture frame was balanced precariously on the scaffolding and, whisking out the rubbish a little too efficiently, I caught it with my sleeve)

* handed out about 200 bars of chocolate as part of a Cadbury promotion 

* earned four complementary tickets, one Pop-Up Globe T-shirt, and one sketched portrait

* met many lovely people

* dealt with several people complaining about their seats, the stairs, scaffolding in their sight line, or Shakespeare generally (happily these were far outweighed by the hundreds of people who came out with beaming smiles saying, 'Thankyou, it was wonderful!')

* taken dozens of photographs (most of them terrible)

* by hook and by crook, persuaded all of my brothers to experience the Globe (sorry, Peter :P)


* published 22 blog posts with the label 'Pop-Up Globe' (sorry, dear readers)

* sung the praises of the Globe far and wide to anyone who would listen (sorry, folks)

* achieved fleeting fame by being the only person to toss a ball into a bucket wedged on the middle tier of the actors' tower (long story) on their first attempt (needless to say this was a complete fluke)

* sweltered in the heat of summer and shivered in the rain and wind of late autumn

* seen hundreds - thousands - of people having the time of their lives

So many memories... 


Farewell. Parting is such sweet sorrow...

Tuesday, 3 May 2016

Pop-Up Portrait

This was sketched by Paul Willis (Peter/Sir Andrew Aguecheek) at the ushers' party last night.

Wednesday, 27 April 2016

Publication... of a kind...

Heresy! Dr Paul Moon argues in the NZ Herald that we should no longer bother with Shakespeare.

Today sees my first post-Master's 'publication,' in the form of a letter to the NZ Herald. Admittedly, not quite the Past and Present journal, and the Herald's impact factor is precisely nil, but still... young fledgling academics must start somewhere!

(Some are born great, some achieve greatness, some have greatness thrust upon them... and Master's students waiting for their exam results know that greatness is not for them.)

This article appeared in the paper on Monday: Dr Paul Moon | Is Shakespeare now irrelevant?

... prompting this response:


Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Three cheers for Shakespeare

Here are some photos of 'Saturday night at the Pop-Up Globe' - another packed performance of Twelfth Night. Sold-out performances are almost commonplace now, but this one was extra-special because it celebrated, of course, Shakespeare's birth and the 400th anniversary of his death.

Before the performance began Miles Gregory, the founder and director, appeared on stage to a solid round of applause. His speech encompassed his two-fold vision for the Pop-Up Globe - to educate audiences about Shakespeare, his plays and his theatre, and to make Shakespeare accessible - both in terms of experiencing the plays in the space they were originally intended for, and in affordability (a third of the playhouse tickets - the groundlings - are priced at just $15). He then led the audience in three lusty cheers for William Shakespeare, which was followed up in the interval by an equally rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday to you dear Shakespeare" initiated by Feste!


The Globe at night

My second home ;)





Waiting for the gates to open

Ushers receiving their briefing

Miles Gregory


Tobias Grant, Pop-Up Globe's Executive Producer, investigates the playhouse bar

Shakespearean ice-creams ;)


'Here is my space, kingdoms are clay' - staking a pitch among the rest of the groundlings!

Isabel gazes upwards in awe and wonder ;)


Forest of rafters (this is the underside of the stage roof)

Musicians among the groundlings
Photos courtesy of Daddy.

Saturday, 23 April 2016

Shakespeare and I

He was not of an age, but for all time!
~
 Ben Jonson

Frontispiece to the First Folio

Unless you live under a rock, you are probably aware that today is the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's death. It is also, according to folklore, the 452nd anniversary of his birth. His actual birth date is, like so much of his life, a mystery, but we do know he was baptised on the 26th April; in the sixteenth century children were usually baptised around three days after birth, so by counting backwards we arrive at the 23rd. 

The 23rd April also happens to be St George's Day - despite never having set foot on English soil, St George is the country's patron saint. As with Shakespeare's life, the details of St George's are murky, comprised chiefly of folklore, myth and legend. Shakespeare, however, was at least English, and his plays - despite their huge variety of settings, from ancient Rome to the fictional Illyria - are saturated with the sights, scents and sounds of Elizabethan and Jacobean England.

I was introduced to Shakespeare at the age of eight, at a production of The Tempest at Huntingdon's George Inn. The George is a seventeenth-century coaching inn, with the four walls surrounding an inner courtyard:

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It is thought that touring play companies in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries used such courtyards as performance spaces, and the George still stages a play in this manner every summer:

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This year, fifteen years after I first saw the play, it is the turn of The Tempest again, and I just happen to be visiting England in late June/early July, so... watch this space!

I understood very little (if any) of that first Tempest, but I remember three things very clearly: the shipwreck (which was rigged up - pardon the pun - at the back of the raked seating, so that the sailors came down through the audience onto the stage); Ariel's singing; and Caliban, who emerged from under a piece of sacking munching on a huge slice of watermelon. Even now, whenever I think of The Tempest that image of Caliban and watermelon is the first thing that comes into my head.

Similarly, The Merchant of Venice, which I saw at the George a couple of years after The Tempest, also left me with one over-riding image: Shylock approaching a bare-chested Antonio with a knife and a set of weighing scales to extract his pound of flesh, which frankly terrified me.

After that I could never garner much fondness of The Merchant of Venice, but "going to see Shakespeare" remained very much a part of my life. It has become a family tradition to go at least once a year to open-air summer productions, either at the Pumphouse or at Auckland University (or both!). I also remember going to see A Midsummer Night's Dream on a very cold and wet winter's night at the Dolphin Theatre, and The Winter's Tale on a similarly dreary winter's night at a tiny little theatre in Ellerslie.

Although I visited the London Globe in both 2002 and 2015, actually seeing a play there has so far eluded me (I will one day!). But this summer Auckland has hosted the Pop-Up Globe - a scaffolding replica, claimed to be accurate to within about an inch, of Shakespeare's second Globe. It is a good deal smaller than the London Globe, and sixteen-sided rather than twenty. Scholars have been arguing about the dimensions of the Globe for decades. The Pop-Up Globe boffins argue that theirs is the correct size (well, they would say that, wouldn't they!) and that the London Globe is too big. Needless to say, the scholars behind the London Globe are not too happy about this, but recent archeological excavations there do seem to suggest that it was built too large.

My scrapbook from 2002: visit to the London Globe


Me as a ten-year-old twinkie at the London Globe
As regular readers of this blog will know, I have spent many happy hours at the Pop-Up Globe as an usher, managing to see Romeo and Juliet, Twelfth Night, Hamlet, Antony and Cleopatra and (as a paying audience member) The Tempest. Twelfth Night is by far my favourite. So far I have seen it four times, and tonight will be the fifth :D

The Pop-Up Globe has been an enormous success in terms of tickets sold (most performances have been sold out or nearly so), but also (and arguably more importantly) in making Shakespeare accessible and enjoyable. One of the best things about working there has been watching the school children watch the plays. Very, very few of them have been bored or disinterested; most of them look as if they are having the time of their lives. 

Maria and Sir Toby Belch entertain school children at the Pop-Up Globe
So Shakespeare has certainly come to life for me this summer. As I overhead one small girl saying after a school matinee of Twelfth Night, "my life has been enriched!"  But although the plays are meant to be watched, not merely read, years of studying the plays, and working very closely with their language and text, has made watching them now even more enjoyable. I spent the three years of my high school exams working on Macbeth, Twelfth Night, Julius Caesar and Hamlet

My school copies of Hamlet and Twelfth Night. Yes, I like to scribble in my books.
Because I know them so well, these plays are among my favourites. At university I studied many more of the plays, but in too much of a hurry; in three 12-week courses we got through  Richard III, Antony and Cleopatra, Othello, King Lear, Much Ado About Nothing, All's Well That Ends Well, and The Comedy of Errors, mixed in with several other Elizabethan/Jacobean plays - the result being that I have a passing acquaintance with each of these texts but know none of them nearly as well as I would like. For what it's worth, I do think that university undergraduate English courses should teach fewer texts in more detail.

The Shakespeare section of my bookshelf
My favourite Shakespeare play? For years it was Hamlet, with Twelfth Night a close second... but the Pop-Up Globe has reminded me how much I love Twelfth Night, with the result that Hamlet is perilously close to being knocked off the top spot!

I love Shakespeare's works for their power, beauty and truth, and for the never-failing charm of the language's poetry and rhythm. I meant to include some of my favourite Shakespearean speeches, but this post is already far too long, so I will put them in another post.

My Shakespeare at the George bookmark - a souvenir of that first Tempest which has been with me all over the world.
We defy augury. There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows aught, what is't to leave betimes. Let be. 
 ~
Hamlet V.2.204-8