Saturday, July 20, 2019


  K had to attend for her job!  Pretty cool, considering that meant that we got in free and she got paid for being there.  It was an incredible production, perhaps the best we've seen, and Lady Macbeth in particular was awesome, strong and scary and broken and tragic.  I actually got tears in my eyes when she died, in part because when the messenger delivered that news to Macbeth, she came and leaned into her husband, a sad ghost, which emphasized the tragedy of it.  Truth be told, we were dreading the production a bit because it was "a modern verse translation" and I was braced for a different experience, but the language didn't seem very different at all, certainly the core language that moves us so was left intact.  It did begin and end differently, in a homeless encampment, with the actors reciting poetry of empowerment, a rage against the fear and subsequent dehumanization that those living on the streets feel.  We struggled, though to get the link between empowerment of the homeless, those who are dispossessed, with the story of Macbeth, which is a story of horrible abuse of power by someone who had ultimate control.    Maybe it was the legacy of ambition, which is common to humanity and exists through the ages.  Maybe it is that sense of being invisible, of raging against any situation in which you feel that your destiny is not within reach.  Maybe it is the horrors of abused power, the reality that homelessness, while rendering individuals powerless in many ways, doesn't necessarily confer grace or wisdom, that a Macbeth-like abuse could easily occur.  Having this conversation afterwards, as we moved from incomprehension to better understanding, was rich and interesting.  (We also ran into one of K and G's former Shakespeare teachers, which was a fun surprise!)

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