Showing posts with label Theatre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Theatre. Show all posts

Monday, March 30, 2026

Miracle

 

Η θαυμάσια θεατρική παράσταση "Εγώ κι Εσύ" έχει συνεχείς αναφορές στο έργο του σπουδαίου Αμερικανού ποιητή Walt Whitman. Καταπληκτική η ερμηνεία της Λήδας Κουτσοδασκάλου.



To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.
To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim-the rocks-the motion of the waves-the ships, with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Savour Life

savouring a cup of tea at Okochi-Sanso, Arashiyama (Kyoto)

What we need more and more is to savour more fully any moment of life. And I think the theatre can do this. My only aim in the theatre is that people, after the experience of one or two hours together, in some way leave more confident with life than when they came in.



Jared McNeill and Kathryn Hunter in Peter Brook's "Valley of Astonishment"

Sunday, November 9, 2014

What men live by

Olia Lazaridou, "What men live by", in Poreia Theatre, Athens

I have now understood that though it seems to men that they live by care for themselves, in truth it is love alone by which they live. He who has love, is in God, and God is in him, for God is love.

Leo Tolstoy [What men live by, 1881]

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Les Chaises

Boat on the water, Andros / © I.A. Daglis

Old Man: "I want to see – the boats on the water making blots in the sunlight."
Old Woman: "You can't see them, there's no sunlight, it's nighttime, my darling."

Eugene Ionesco [Les Chaises, 1952]

Α. Καφετζόπουλος και Ο. Λαζαρίδου, Καρέκλες



Thursday, May 16, 2013

Shenandoah


Oh, Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away, I'm bound away,
'cross the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah,
I love your daughter,
Away, you rolling river.
For her I'd cross,
Your roaming waters,
Away, I'm bound away,
'Cross the wide Missouri.
'Tis seven years,
since last I've seen you,
And hear your rolling river.
'Tis seven years,
since last I've seen you,
Away, we're bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
And hear your rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away, we're bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.

Traditional American folk song of uncertain origin, dating at least to the early 19th century
On the occasion of the performance of "Mourning becomes Electra" of Eugene O'Neill at the National Theatre of Greece

Με αφορμή το έργο "Το πένθος ταιριάζει στην Ηλέκτρα" του Γιουτζήν Ο’Νηλ στο Εθνικό Θέατρο (εξαιρετικές ερμηνείες από την Καρυοφυλλιά Καραμπέτη και την Μαρία Πρωτόπαππα)












... και με τον Tom Waits ...