Had a throuroughly exhausting week, and am barely coherent. Which is a good mood to dream yourself elsewhere. I wish I could visit this current exhibition at the British Museum about Nero, but no dice, who knows when I'll be able to visit England again. However, I do enjoy watching Mary Beard talk about it, as she does here, and want to share:
Seneca's Oedipus, adapted by Ted Hughes
Aug. 20th, 2008 03:55 pmBeing on the road (in the service of Darth Real Life, not for fun) means among other things lots of train travel, which means more reading of recently aquired books. Back in London I found a copy of Ted Hughes’ adaption of Seneca’s Oedipus, which was first performed in 1968, directed by Peter Brook, starring John Guilgud and Irene Worth, and was out of print since. Since I love Hughes’ later adaptions/translations of Euripides, Aischylos and Racine, and since Irene Worth in her essay about Hughes talked about playing Hughes’ Iocasta (it would be Hughes’, not Seneca’s because the lines and monologues he wrote for her were not in the original), I was always very curious about it.
( A spider people, scuttling among hot stones )
( A spider people, scuttling among hot stones )