Went to see "Death of a Salesman" with Brian "Belly of an Architect" Dennehy at the Lyric. Excellent performances all round but I came out emotionally drained. Wandered around Piccadilly and Regent Street in the rain.
Friday got up and went to the "Impressionism Abroad: Boston and French Painting" show at the Royal Academy. Some good pieces and some not so good.
Spent the afternoon in the National Portrait Gallery. To counterbalance the overemphasis on people from the world of the creative arts there's a section on figures from science and commerce. Science okay, a good idea. But, yes commerce is important, the board of Vodafone? Are these people important in the scheme of things. No.
Up to the new bar for a drink. Spent an age waiting to be served but it's worth it just for the view.
Into SoHo for dinner.
Saturday to Tate Modern. Didn't get to the Frida Kahlo but the wall of pictures outside the exhibition is splendid.
Afternoon met up with a group of friends to discuss beer, politics, film, the class basis of punk and why modern music is rubbish (apart from Arcade Fire, who are wonderful).
Walking back to our hotel along the South Bank came across Friches Theatre Urbain's Macbeth. Macbeth on stilts. In French, Spanish and English. Charging up and down the South Bank, from the National Theatre to the Hayward Gallery. Pyrotechnics. Stilt dancing. "Out, out damn spot". And the line Rullsenberg remembered
Out, out, brief candle!Amazing performance. A damn fine weekend.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.
It is a tale
Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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