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Enchantment!

2012-01-27T16:12:00.000-08:00

enchanted: bewitch,charm, delight. From the French enchater, the Latin INcantare.

Theday began with mist heavy in the valley. There was no breeze to waft it awayand the quality of mercy style rain only helped to keep it earthbound. Whatelse to do but journey out to discover enchantment and behold nestled in thebush a magic cottage with a Lotophagi garden. The grounds were liberallyscattered with glistening fairy dust. Scintillating lights lured one into agrotto embellished with gauzy drapes of myriad colours adorned with sparkling crystals,whilst winged creatures drifted and undulated to the muted sounds of harps andflutes. As the water dripped off the leaves outside onto the tree house, magicmushrooms and blossom enhanced the perfume laden atmosphere induced a sybariticstupor.

What else todo but waft into the realms of Medea, Alcina, Amina, and the Enchanted Isle. Ecstasy - and all without artificial stimulants!

One Fine Day!

2012-01-18T15:27:00.000-08:00

At last a glorious day – clear skies with no hint ofWordsworth’s Clouds. What else to do but remove the car’s top, and go off tothe beach. A cup of coffee at Olivers with a warm fresh date scone, liberallysoaked in butter. The rapacious seagull glanced at my food with covetous eyeswhilst perched on some innocent’s car bonnet. Not the most artistic of emblems.Unlike those Mercedes Benz, Packard, Reilly, Rolls Royce etc*. Thenthere are the wheel hubs that segued me to the death of Isadora Duncan - the Amicar,and her red batik shawl. “Adieu, mes amis, je vais à la gloire!”

Naturally I did not wear a scarf.

Home, slightly sunburned, to catch up on the BBC bio of ‘Margot’Spiced up for a contemporary audience, but a better juxtaposition of actor anddancer than Black Swan’s attempt, yet difficult to believe in when one hasknown the real person. Anne-Marie Duff’s performance however was a delight.

Showers forecast for tomorrow!

D in Cork

2012-01-09T14:12:00.001-08:00

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CORK PHOTOS

2012-01-07T19:36:00.001-08:00

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CIVIC THEATRE

2012-01-07T19:06:00.000-08:00

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A New Year 2012

2011-12-31T10:44:00.000-08:00

“Come away,O human child! To the waters and the wild

With aFaery, hand in hand,

For theworld’s more full of weeping than you can understand”

WilliamButler Yeats

Drop apebble in the water:

in a minuteyou forget,

But there'slittle waves a-flowing,

and there'sripples circling yet,

And thoselittle waves a-flowing

to a greatbig wave have grown;

You'vedisturbed a mighty river

just bydropping in a stone.

Drop a wordof cheer and kindness:

just aflash and it is gone;

But there'shalf-a-hundred ripples

circling onand on and on,

Bearinghope and joy and comfort

on eachsplashing, dashing wave

Till youwouldn't believe the volume

of the onekind word you gave.

"Dropa pebble in the water"

James W.Foley

Noel 2011

2011-12-27T14:08:00.000-08:00

Christmas morning was a delight. Even Rudolph* paid a visit and rested for a moment.

An encirclement of Victorian decorations glistened and sparkled, lights twinkling and precious baubles glowed in the soft light. A vision as eager little fingers shredded wrapping paper as each gift was examined, discarded, then searched for the next delight. Succulent French toast and coffee flowed amidst the warmth of love and fellowship.

The gods were not beneficent enough though to cast Apollo’s rays upon us. (Maybe the chariot has broken down?), as rain fell with the nature of the qualities of mercy.

Now the Christmas celebrations have concluded. and St Stephen’s day has passed. Not the Boxing Day sales though which conveniently began prior to Christmas Day and still continue. We have forgotten the original charitable intentions of Boxing Day sacrifices. Mammon must be worshipped and the wheels of commerce must continue their treadmill perpetual motion; otherwise life as we know it would cease. `Did I just hear the clock strike thirteen!

Gaea shrugged occasionally - just to let us know she has not forgotten - and mankind at times was oblivious of “peace to all mankind”.

The rebuilt library at Alexandria is safe, but not the Egyptian Scientific Institute It was founded by Napoleon Bonaparte in 1798, and held over 20,000 manuscripts and rare books, and was burned to the ground.

Even the Boston Opera House has closed down. Obviously they shouldn’t have have dumped all that tea, for as we know it is the favourite beverage of culture. At least Boston produced Sarah Lamb*, a delicious Sugar Plum Fairy in a delicious ROH production of ‘Nutcracker’

Tuis and Chandeliers

2011-12-07T17:49:00.000-08:00

Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Groweþ sed and bloweþ medAnd springþ þe wde nu, Sing cuccu!.

No cuckoos today, but plenty of tuis. Summer is finally here and the pohutukawa trees at browns bay were in full bloom today as I gave my final talk for the year to an enchanted audience (naturellment!).

One of the audience had some old photos of Melbourne’s State Theatre and I was impressed with the similarity to Auckland’s Civic. No unusual for 1929 as John Eberson's designs were copied profusely. With my penchant for chandeliers I was more impressed with the similarity of Melbourne’s Regent Theatre’s chandelier, unfortunately destroyed when the theatre burned. The two magnificent Civic chandeliers fortunately remain in their aerial splendour!

La belle au Bois Dormant

2011-12-02T23:40:00.000-08:00

La belle au Bois Dormant. My favourite ballet- after Le Lac and Giselle. It is so sumptuous, not only with decor such as Oliver Messel’s, but also the enhancement of Tchaikovsky’s music together with the Rose adagio and the grand pas de deux and variations in the final act.

Sleeping Beauty premiered at the Maryinsky, St Petersburg, in 1890. The role of Aurora was created for the Italian ballerina Carlotta Brianza. (First Russian dancer in the role was Mathilde Kschessinskaya) in 1893). Serge Diaghilev mounted an extravagant production in London in 1921 with Olga Spessivtseva in the title role (decor by Leon Baskt.)

A new Sleeping Beauty is always an event and it was with great expectations I went to view the RNZ Ballet’s current production.

It was a shame that Gary Harris’ designs had to compete with the Civic Theatre - and did not quite succeed. Choreography was by Greg Horsman (“after” Marius Petipa). In fact quite a long way from “after”. Nicolai Sergeyev who had Petipa’s notes choreographed the London production, and there were dancers of course who remembered their steps. Alicia Markova who was a ‘baby ballerina’ in Diaghliev’s company, was an Aurora for the company. I recall her grand pas de deux with the impeccable Philip Chatfield and her style and choreography was a throwback to the early part of the 20th century. Much has evolved since then. We have come a very long way with many Russian bravura style performances. Even so it is natural that certain pas are “set in concrete” and cannot - and should not - be changed. It is unlikely they can improve upon and unless one plans to do the sort of travesty that Mat Ek’s has created with ‘Giselle’.

The magic was missing in the NZ Ballet performance I saw, as was the grandeur of Tchaikovsy’s score -performed with an orchestra that was bones but definitely no meat thereon. (Blame economics). Casting Carabosse as a pastiche of the Black Swan tends to take some of the limelight from Aurora and does little to the drama. When one has tasted fillet steak it is hard to savour hamburger -to paraphrase Mr Newman.

But enough nitpicking. We have come a long way since Poul Gnatt’s valiant efforts. Suffice to say a good production and a competent performance. Capacity houses attribute to this.

The question still remains as to the future of Auckland’s St James Theatre - will it just fade away by neglect -a la Sydney’s Regent? It is still fashionable to destroy anything old. I do recall the crusade in the late ‘80’s to obliterate anything aged - even citizens!

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."— Oscar Wilde

THEATRE SAVED

2011-11-24T14:22:00.000-08:00

The well of nostalgia bubbled over for me with the wondrous news that Sir Peter Jackson has purchased 1 Kent terrace thereby saving Bats Theatre from wandering around Wellington searching for an alternative venue.

For me the building has many memories.

Primarily it was an induction many years ago into the Royal Antediluvian Order of the Buffaloes the last century.

Secondly, it became the home of Unity Theatre. What heady days they wear. My first acting attempts were in the little house in Drummond Street they had previously occupied. How we were going to change the world then!

Most importantly it was the inaugural studio for Galina Wassiliewa. Those balmy ambitious days with her mother at the piano and occasionally the enthusiastic playing if Wassili.

It is great the building remains as a theatre. For me, greater yet, it survives to house my memories which I can play repeatedly in the theatre of my mind.

Curate's Egg

2011-11-20T14:42:00.000-08:00

Tammy Davis was the recipient of the Friends of the Civic Golden Elephant Award and received his trophy from Sir James Wallace at the recent AGM. The NZ film industry is bubbling and the step form a short film to a feature is rarely a leap too far

Anticipation can be more desirable at times than realisation. A drive into Auckland, -NZ’s largest city- took me from the Royal Hunt and Storm to the conclusion of the sublime nuit d’ivresse.

Nuit d’ivresse et d’extase infinie!

Blonde Phœbé, grands astres de sa cour,

Versez sur nous votre lueur bénie;

Fleurs des cieux, souriez à l’immortel amour!

Orgasmic! (The tempo of the Opera de Lyon version is sublime.)

The “bottleneck” on the return provided me with not only a repeat of Act Four but a bonus of Act Five as well. Not quite as desirable as I am not over fond of the fifth act. But as Mrs Beeton, (or was it Mere Poularde) - once told me, “You cannot make an omelette without breaking eggs”?

It was in retrospect a more pleasing way to spend my time than, for example, after the 24-hour Movie Marathon of watching films one is left to wonder why they were ever manufactured. (Created is too strong a word.)

Speaking of creation, the decline in interesting architecture is a sign perhaps of the decline if civilisation as we know it. Where are the art nouveau iron structures of Gabriel Chevallier’s whimsy?

How stark and uncouth the modern equivalents are! Populism has certainly taken over as Western civilizations gradually declines.

Still, there is some hope. An excellent production of The Pitman Painters and congratulations to Peter Wells for his book re Colenso

Osca

2011-11-03T19:01:00.000-07:00

Requiescant in pace eternum

No bread but plenty of Circuses!

2011-10-26T15:00:00.000-07:00

Once again we have witnessed the machinations of “bread and circuses”. The circus is over and we must pay the price. Not more evident than by charade of national elections. But what of the bread? The failure of the one national natural gas line has made a priority of restoring power to the bakeries. Their closure cannot be allowed or the peasants may revolt!

At least we now have Dilwalli, Halloween, (pumpkins at the English Market) Guy Fawkes Day, All Saints Day, All Souls Day, Day of the Dead, Black Peter, Christmas, and Boxing Day to distract the great unwashed.

With the gradual decay of Auckland’s St James Theatre, and a disinclination to see its restoration, it is heart-warming to view the pictures of the magnificently restored Bolshoi Theatre. Founded as a private theatre in 1776 by Empress Catherine the Great to "decorate the city and also serve as the premises for public masquerades, comedies and comic operas," the theatre was rebuilt in 1825 after a fire and declined both physically and artistically during the Soviet regime.

A new Theatre!

2011-08-28T14:38:00.000-07:00

As Demeter prepares for Persephone’s return nostalgia still spreads its grey mantle over early mornings and evenings. The earlier sunlight mornings however are much appreciated - as is the warmer temperature. (The frost nearly murdered my Datura tree.) Sadly no month passes without some wondrous people leaving for another level. Sad to miss Ron Ince, Christine Cole-Catley, and several others.

The Rugby World Cup mania has now infected my bananas. They bear a sticker identifying then as Dole fruit and invite me to enter a rugby competition. If it was a complimentary ticket to the Carmen Miranda Museum in Rio de Janeiro At least she had an association with the United fruit Company.

Congratulations to the Q Theatre upon its opening. I am sure it will have a long and happy life. From the demise of Theatre Corporate, then that of the Mercury Theatre in 1992, and the Watershed in 1996.

I doubt I shall see the resurrection of the St James theatre in Auckland. The council echoes with the words “ (I dream of those wonderful Wellington days of Unity Theatre and Harry Seresin’s Downstage - I should remember not to eat chocolate late at night!)

I’m glad to see that the Everyman Palace Theatre is taking part in the Cork Heritage celebrations. A pity that the Auckland City Council cannot enable the Civic Theatre to be part of their Heritage weeks. One of the questions I am constantly asked during my speaking engagements is ‘why can’t we tour the theatre?’ Silentium est Aureum

Film Festival Delights

2011-07-18T19:42:00.001-07:00

Once upon a time the Film festival was an auspicious occasion. Because of its rarity it was anticipated with fervent an-tic-i-pation!

The deluge of detritus such as Facebook, and Twitter, combined with the plethora of iPods, DVD’s of recent and vintage movies, combined with the almost simultaneous release of films in NZ as the rest of the world, has eroded these festival’s foundations.

Now the fertilization of accessibility and appreciation of films, which you can read as well as watch, has created a spawning of baby festivals throughout the year.

Mercifully, still standing and proud, the beacon to all other festivals is the NZ International film festival. Doting parents, such as the cherub and the platinum “she who must be obeyed” ensure the other babies will never reach maturity.

Now in its 42nd year, like many aging people, it has expanded, spreading over six cinemas in Auckland alone - like a fertilization of seeding culture.

The premiere night, July 14th,was unique. The ebullient –straight out of Magritte -figure of Florian Habicht’s personal appearance was in danger of upstaging, nay, eclipsing even, his cinematic baby ‘Love Story” This glittering overture was merely a prelude to the next three weeks of orgasmic delights, horror, shock and tears experienced in a darkened auditoria.

Happy, rewarding, great_ to see films again in the civic (flamingo curtain, stars, clouds, et al. Sad to see the decline of Starks bar, but counterbalanced by the brilliant film cafe in the Wintergarden.

A TANIWHA AND THE LIGAR CANAL

2011-06-08T14:48:00.000-07:00

In the midst of life we are in death. I have only now just realised how fortunate I have been to be spared a possibly gory death. My first encounter with a Taniwha was brand of soap powder. (A taniwha is a creature that lives in deep pools, rivers, caves, or in the sea. They may be considered highly respected and protective guardians of people and places, or in some traditions as dangerous, predatory beings).

During over 30 years of exploring the depths of the Civic Theatre, coping with the sometimes flooding Liger Canal which ran underneath. I have been most fortunate never to have disturbed or annoyed him. Nor did he make me aware of his presence.

Now it is revealed a taniwha dwells therein!

The Liger Canal,) originally the Waihorotiu Stream) ran down Queen Stret to a from a marsh -where the Civic now stands - to meet the sea. Sewage, liquid and solid wastes were discharged directly into it. “That abomination, the Ligar Canal,is still a pestiferous ditch, the receptacle of every Imaginable filth, bubbling in the noonday sun”. (A fully sized replica of this impertinence may be viewed at the Auckland Museum.)

Attempts were made to encase it with timber walls and there was even a case of a theatre’s collapse during construction because of the canal. (Watch the Manley film of the Civic construction in 1929 to view such difficulties!) It was finally covered around 1870 and still runs down Queen Street and is remembered by under lit glass panels set in the pavement on the Eastern side of the Civic Theatre.

Many years ago Mayor Robinson advocated an underground rail link through Queen Street, Auckland. The current mayor has resurrected this idea and it has just now been suggested that there is a resident taniwha - Horotiu - dwelling in the Liger Canal.

In 2002, a Meremere Maori tribe successfully blocked construction and ensured the re-routing of State Highway One to save the lair of their taniwha. A deal was discussed whereby "concessions have been put in place to ensure that the taniwha are respected". Such arrangements were likened to 'secretive taniwha, which rise up from swamps and river beds every now and again, demanding a tithe from Transit New Zealand’. It has been suggested that in this modern age a taniwha was the manifestation of a coping mechanism for some Maori. “It did not mean there actually was a creature lurking in the water, it was just their way of indicating they were troubled by some incident or event.”

Transport Minister Steven Joyce said the proposed project appeared to be plagued by taniwha."It does not massively surprise me," he said. "Treasury found a few fiscal taniwhas as well, so it doesn't surprise me that another one has turned up."

BEES & HONEY

2011-06-05T16:38:00.000-07:00

The bee and the hive have long been symbols of industry and regeneration, wisdom and obedience, with a place in Egyptian, Roman and Christian symbolism. Bees are, in many different cultures, a symbol of hope and inspiration. Poets and singers of old were said to have been touched by ‘the spirit of the skilled bee’ and the gods sent bees to the lips of those whom they inspired, or anointed their mouths with honey. Plato, Virgil and Sophocles had their lips touched with honey in infancy.

From Samson’s riddle (Judges. 14:14) to Ensign Nellie Forbush’s Honey Bun the products of bees has delighted and cured civilization. I have spent happy times watching the live cam of the beehives atop my former stomping grounds, Fortnum and Mason, and now Auckland’s Town Hall has stepped up to the Palais Garnier, Washington’s White House, and St Paul’s Cathedral with the first harvest of honey from the sentinel hives on the clock tower balcony. Around 150 jars (100kg) of honey has been harvested and bottled under a limited edition Town Hall Honey label to be sold to raise funds for the upkeep of the sentinel hives and research into protecting bees from pests and exotic diseases.

The National Beekeepers Association put the two sentinel hives on the balcony last year as an early warning system for threats to bees arriving through the port. The hives are monitored regularly for exotic diseases and pests.

ROXY THEATRE

2011-04-19T17:07:00.000-07:00

With the controversy raging at present is the question as to what is Heritage it is rewarding to see the resurrection of an old cinema. Miramar’s (a suburb of Wellington) defunct Capitol Theatre has been restored to vibrant art deco splendour and rechristened the Roxy. Whilst recognising the debt to the history of theatres of S.L.Rothafel - a.k.a. Roxy - I regret the change of name. (Coincidentally “Roxy’ was at an early stage of his career manager of a cinema called Capitol!).

For me, the name Roxy in Wellington will alway be associated with that wonderful building next to the Duke of Edinburgh hotel on the corner of Willis and Manners street. Unpretentious, it was a popular continuous cinema, running two films from 11m to 11pm ‘back to back’. There were two other cinemas in Wellington in the early days. The Tudor in Willis Street, which became the Lido (cnr of Bond and Willis Streets) and the Princess in Manners Street. The Princess, originally called the New, was Wellington’s first continuous cinema, opening April 18th, 1911. Many films, which never received a first release at the upmarket cinemas, received their first showing at these continuous cinemas.

The finance behind the refurbishment of Miramar’s cinema is to be commended. It reflects the industries need to compete with the plethora of entertainment now available and must offer a ‘complete package” with cafe, restaurant, and auditorium pampering.

Not so with Auckland’s St James theatre. No funding is available for its restoration at this date. This whilst the current council is lavishing spending upon the World Rugby cup, an occasion which supersedes a Second Coming. (It seems improbable that expectations can be met.) At least the marble staircase is adequate. (Perhaps not that of the gallery).

I have just read about the Victorian Cock Tavern theatre in Kilburn’s (UK) problem, which has had to close because their staircase tread is too high and narrow for the 21^st century’s feet.

Fortnum and Mason

2011-03-26T21:17:00.000-07:00

Enough all ready!

There comes a time a place when I must speak out. As is well known my patience is proverbial - even Job has acknowledged this. The fact that epistles of Timothy and St Paul may have been written by others is something I can live with - even the knowledge of Adam’s first wife. Nor does the alleged "discovery” of Atlantis on the Spanish coast make me slurp my Château d'Yquem. Elizabeth Taylor’s demise, whilst sad, arouses none of the Zsa Zsa histrionics, nor Hugh Grant faints in my irregular heart. The hypocrisy and Machiavellian politics of the Middle East does not inspire outrage in my manly breast nor the shenanigans of a political ‘honey trap'. I shall not commit suicide if the World Rugby Cup is transferred to Santorini. Yet my blood pressure has risen. I am outraged at the profanination of Fortnum and Mason.

Let the hoi polloi rage in Trafalgar Square. Allow them to destroy the Porsche showrooms. Even permit them to destroy Harrods and violate Marks and Spencers; but to occupy that iconic gastronomic institution is a scandalous and villainous action that should never have been allowed.This is what happens when you have a coalition. Where is Margaret T of the Red Queen when you need her??

My morning-suited years at that establishment were some of my happiest. How grateful I am to Queen Anne and the Messrs Fortnum and Mason. Even in a small way to Garfield Weston who had the wisdom to remove the bells from the introduced cash registers. Such an icon should be sacrosanct and inviolate. It should be revered as much as Flavia Iulia Helena’s pieces of wood. I need a cognac!

Bronson

2011-03-16T19:44:00.000-07:00

Michael Gordon Peterson, famous (or infamous if you wish) for spending almost his entire life in solitary confinement in several prisons in the UK due to his aggressively violent nature.

His fight promoter later renamed Mickey Peterson, Charles Bronson -his sole ambition in life was to become famous. Originally sentenced to seven years in prison for burglary, Charles Bronson has now been behind bars for 34 years, 30 of which have been spent in solitary confinement. .

The film Bronson is the work of the Danish director Nicolas Winding Refn. What is magnificent is the beautiful performance by Tom Hardy who has already built an imposing oeuvre of excellent works. Not since Stanley Kubrick have I been aware of the seamless melding of music and action with a soundtrack that not only supports the action but also enhances it. In what has been a desert of cinematic frissons this film has pushed my buttons.

Civic Theatre Verandah

2011-03-16T15:21:00.000-07:00

Whilst there are augments swaying backwards and forwards with regards to the definition of ‘heritage it is always pleasing to note that the maintenance required of an icon is not always ignored. Auckland’s prestigious atmospheric theatre, the Civic, is still carefully being stroked as George Farrant writes:

" Just a note about the significant work currently getting underway at the theatre:

When we comprehensively restored the Civic more than a decade ago, the verandah (or pedestrian shelter canopy) above the surrounding footpaths got a basic inspection and replacement of its membrane roof, but no more serious intervention at that stage, except for the replaced/restored under surface decorative tiling.

The time has now come to do some serious maintenance/minor modification work - for three main reasons:

One is that the internal 1929 steel structure has been subject to mostly minor rusting over the years, and now needs to be exposed for checking;

Two is that the tensile hangers that support the verandah (and the large anchor bolts into the building that they hang from) need to be checked and repaired carefully after many decades of piecemeal welding repairs, etc (the wall bolts are being hydraulically tested for embedment strength); and

Three is that the accursed too-low original crossfall to the verandah roof (the main reason for bad drainage and periodic water ingress into the building during Auckland's sometimes torrential rain) needs to be corrected.

This will result in an increase in the depth of the outer-edge fascia that won't do any harm to its visual qualities, and probably won't be even noticed by most passers-by. The restored underside plastic replicas of the original giant pressed-metal tiles will come down and be renewed as needed, but the precious surviving original metal versions at the upper Wellesley Street corner will not be removed or altered.

The work is starting at the stage door rear corner, where various problems and techniques are being carefully sorted out, and will follow in successive stages around the street frontages so as to not disrupt the various bus stops too much.

The marvellous verandah will then be ready for the next century at least."

Food, glorious food!

2011-03-16T15:18:00.000-07:00

After the excesses of Madi Gras it is a relief to enter he long stretch of Lenten sacrifice and restore the equilibrium of mind and body.

The memories of celebrations and multiple birthdays, which endear me to the wonderful people who come under the signs of Aquarius and Pisces, is a wonderful excuse for discovering new restaurants. Many of the old haunts have changed ownership, staff, and menus and apart from their name and decor are really different establishments. A delightful new Italian addition to my collection was a joy to discover but overall I am a devotee of Les Hollandais and it’s excesses - and I love the Franz Hals.

What is reality? Constantly besieged with news of tragedies, dictatorships, weddings and the current national religion of Rugby and ticket sales it is wondrous to escape to a haven of soft lights and gastronomic delights. It often becomes difficult to distinguish the illusion from reality. Bon appetite.

Black Swan a disappointment

2011-01-31T16:56:00.000-08:00

Today was not only James Joyce’s birthday but more appropriately it was the anniversary of Anna Pavlova's birthday (Julian calendar) so I thought it a fortuitous moment in time view Darren Aronofsky ‘s much talked about film, Black Swan. After all the gasconade about the brilliance of the film, the $50 million return on an estimated $13 million budget is more than all his previous films combined.

Top Irish ballerina and coach Monica Loughman tells us 'Black Swan' makes it look like all we do is flap our arms in the airThis moral tale fairy story strikes all the right notes for a Freudian piece of theatricality in the tradition of Grand Guignol. Regrettably ballet has been used as the vehicle to enhance this story of good versus evil, black versus white, morality versus immorality. All the clichés are here from the horrific ballet mother to the faded prima cast aside with the worn out ballet shoes, the film is liberally laced with sex, blood, and horror. Freud would have been thrilled to see the doppelgängers.

Regrettably there is very little ballet dancing in this film. Lots of Tchaikovsky obviously, and there must have been a shortage of mirrors in the USA during production. (Shades of Guiletta and Dapertutto)

.We all know the Odette /Odile story, and whilst it was once fashionable to have a different dancer for each role any prima worth her resin can dance both roles beautifully.Take away Natalie Portman’s port de bras and what have you got? Where are Maya Plisetskaya’s when you need them??? 'Sarah Lane of American ballet Theatre provided the hard work seen from the waist down. Where were the 32 fouettes when you needed them? Where was Juliana Lopatkina (photo) when you need her? And what’s with the pink panties with the black tutu –duh! (photo) Most disappointing, but destined to be a camp cult classic.

‘Social Network is still tops for me. King’s Speech ended up being a threat to my diabetes with so much schmaltz

chacun a son gout!

2011-01-07T15:34:00.000-08:00

It’s Christmas and New Year holidays. Everything shuts down whilst the population goes to the beach. Those that work levy a surcharge as punishment.

The theatre is empty - performance cancelled. So another year draws to its conclusion and the number of players has diminished. The audience seems to have evaporated. C’est la vie. What was once a deluge of Christmas Cards has trickled into the obligatory generic acknowledgements. Gifts are perfunctory and routine whilst the welcome mat remains unsullied. Life changes.

Once a film screening would never be cancelled due to minimal patronage. Now it is not unusual. I wonder what possible economic advantage there can be. At least one could stand and admire the foyer! ‘The show must go on’ belongs to previous century. Contractual clauses now mean - insufficient audience - no show. 50 k drives, pay the car parks arrive at the theatre for an advertised stage show - and lo and behold, cancelled due to insufficient ticket sales. I hesitate to visit my local supermarket at 7am in case it doesn’t open just for me!

It is now of course 2011 and profit rules. A Greek chorus of traders has begun a dirge regarding the disappointing sale on Boxing Day. What can they expect when such sales began in November? Why not display Valentines Day merchandise? Easter eggs cannot be too far off!

The secularisation of the great December festival has become an orgy of speedier revolutions on the merry-go-round of income and expenditure. Administrators now have administrators - (who will guard the Guardians?) - as we are lulled into the lotus tranquillity of sports and media manipulation - even the axis of disposable relationships is changing. The only constant is food. Yes, glorious food, the salvation of us all, whether it be at a campsite, takeaway, or in a formal setting.

With globalisation the produce of the world is available to us. Never mind the expense, nor the additives. Strange and myriad combinations entice us at ridiculous prices attended by careless service, but we worship at this altar as it is immediately gratifying - why wait until death? It may be too late! The pearly gates may not even open due to lack of attendance!

A slight malaise during the festive season meant I had to adhere to the Julian calendar and my relative’s orthodox celebrations. Thus I was able to enjoy to the fullest the sumptuous repast. Nevertheless I lost some weight (see modest photo).

Actually a secret I do not normally divulge is that there is no such thing as New Year. It is the same year returning ad infinitum. Welcome to the merry-go-round!

The Burning of Cork 12/12/1920

2010-12-10T13:09:00.000-08:00

When looking at the refurbished Saint Patrick’s Street it was difficult to believe that on the morning of 12 December 1920 it resembled a scene from a street destroyed during a bombing raid in the Second World War. During the War of Independence Cork was one of the main centres of resistance to British rule. In one of the worst atrocities committed during the War of Independence British forces deliberately set fire to several blocks of buildings along the east and south sides of Saint Patrick’s Street. “Now I realised that all the principal buildings along Patrick Street had suddenly burst into flame. There is no doubt who was causing the fires. At Munster Arcade, a residential block, The British military ordered people out at gunpoint, shots were fired at the windows and incendiary bombs were thrown in. Some of the attackers, while not hiding their uniforms, wore scarves over their faces. The City Hall and the Carnegie Library were also completely destroyed by fire. "`The Chief Secretary for Ireland, Sir Hamar Greewood, immediately denied that Crown forces were responsible for the conflagration. He also refused demands for an impartial enquiry that was called for by several public bodies in Cork and in spite of the evidence of eyewitnesses to the events.

Most deniers were observed to have webbed feet and Presbyterian hair. I could say much more but I do not want to be accused of sesquipedality

Ageism?

2010-12-08T13:16:00.000-08:00

I have just completed the last of my dissertations for the year. Again a standing ovation! (picture). I do enjoy these intimate occasions, primarily because I am addressing a generation that understands what I am talking about. Not essentially because we essentially speak the same language, but \they are interested in a little more than their contemporary surroundings. I find when addressing students anything that occurred prior to their birth is not of much interest to them, let alone the concept of there being any relevance. Consequently many worlds are closed to them. Not that it really matters I supposed because the burden of keeping up with twitter and facebook must be an insurmountable burden for them. It is only with aging that we obtain a patina of knowledge that there is a world outside of our own skin.

Historic Cinema

2010-11-25T20:30:00.000-08:00

The cinemas of the 20th century are gradually receding into the past. The large picture palaces which provided most of the entertainment for the first half of the 20th century have been eclipsed by multiplexes, DVD, Blu ray and plasma TV’s.

Now the small suburban theatre which provided a ‘night out” for the local populace still struggles financially. Unable to employ a retinue of staff, difficulty in obtaining latest releases, and the high costs of maintenance, rates, and demands of the digital age make it a daunting prospect for any enthusiast. Some refuse to die. Some even attempt to be reborn.

The nostalgic effect of seeing a ‘classic’ movie on the big screen is still a delight, something rarely attempted by the cinema complex. Some of these cinemas are even still equipped with a theatre organ, which can provide accompaniment for a silent move. For a generation that never knew life without a computer, cell phone, or TV they are a portal to the past. For a generation that knew there was a world beyond their shores, but were never able to afford the cost of travelling, they were dependent upon newsreels and travelogues to tell, and show them, what the great big world was like. (Also to mould their thoughts and prejudices).

I was fortunate recently to be able to view the continued improvements being made to one of NZ’s oldest cinemas. Also the only one with a functioning beautifully restored Wurlitzer organ. I believe "The past is another country" – but it is pleasing to visit it sometimes. Possible due to the enthusiasm and sacrifice of the Mark, owner manager of Auckland’s Jan Grefstad’s Hollywood Cinema.

Pah Homestead

2010-11-14T13:01:00.001-08:00

The Friends of the Civic had their AGM last Sunday at the restored Pah Homestead in Hillsborough Road. A fine sunny day and the journey there was most pleasant, due in no little way to the company. The home has been beautifully restored. Built in 1877 it is approached by a lovely tree line drive and the grounds have views to the Manukau Harbour and to One Tree Hill. (sic)

The home is largely intact, with almost all of its original door and window joinery; elaborate ceiling roses, parquet floors and marble fireplaces. The Auckland City Council purchased it as part of council plans to develop the surrounding estate into a premier park for the city, Monte Cecilia Park. (Which the house was named when it was a convent) for a little more than it cost to restore the Civic.

The beautifully restored home now houses much of the multiple James Wallace Art collection on a rotation principle, Rannoch also remains as a showplace for the myriad art. After the meeting we watched Shani Bennett’s documentary about the dancer Freda Stark that was delight, and Leonie took is on a tour of parts of the home. Then to the café for coffee and cake on the verandah. I understand the café is listed in Metro magazines list of the “top 50’ cafes/ I do not know why. Possibly because we were near closing time the selection available was uninspiring. My humming bird cake must have been part of Tutankhamen’s tomb, but when I notice the remaining food because transferred to storage for the next day I understood the possible reason. However sitting on the verandah and viewing the wonderful garden with its sculpture it was almost worth the cost.

All in toto a pleasant afternoon.

Party Time!

2010-10-27T15:46:00.000-07:00

Spring is here. Glorious sunshine and my favourite flower is blooming! *

Life is such a hedonistic party. To be alive is wonderful as there is so much to celebrate. Even coffee with lovely people! * - the wonderful foods of Octoberfest*, - then there are the delights of All Hallow’s eve*, the delicacies of All Saints Day and All Soul’s day, -the anticipations of Dilwali. the comestibles of St Nicolas’ celebrations, followed by the sumptuousness bounty of Christmas Day and the remnants on St Stephen’s Day. What a boon religion is to the world. And not only this world, but that of Hades, with the visitations of the dead and the undead also –even though we try to frighten them off.

Of course it costs a lot of money to celebrate. What a wonderful world we live in now we have 24 hour, seven day week trading. How could we celebrate if we returned to the Mr Parnell’s 40-hour week?

What is money when we can spend $40 million on a party centre to celebrate a game of Rugby? Isn’t life grand? The there are the elephants . "Auckland City Council's arts, culture and recreation committee has approved a $13 million proposal to bring in a herd of up to 10 Asian elephants, and make the elephant enclosure six times its present size." All the poo doo to fertilise our gardens!

No wonder there is no money left for live Opera in NZ. Thank le bon Dieu for Live Cinema. What does our company bring us this year? Handel's Xerxes. (costumes by a Ms Trelisse Cooper) and the double-bill of Cavalleria Rusticana & Pagliacci. Spare me! Why cannot we have Bernstein’s Quiet Place? “the music is jagged and fractured, with polyphonic chorales and jazzy burlesques that explode in bursts of dissonance.' It is “….thirty years after the action of Tahiti and “ the young son, Junior, is now gay and possibly schizophrenic; his former lover is married to his younger sister, Dede. During his mother's funeral Junior starts a striptease in front of his father, knocking into the coffin in the process; later he claims that he and Dede experimented sexually when they were children.” Now that's what Opera is all about!!

“You can staple feathers to a Labrador, but it doesn't make it a chicken”

Joan Sutherland

2010-10-11T21:38:00.000-07:00

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

…………… Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

………and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Yet another actor has left my stage – albeit in a manner as Joyce Grenfell would say “as stately as a galleon”.
The death of Joan Sutherland is a reminder of what a great artist she was, encompassing such a vast repertoire of work. I first saw her as the first Rhine maiden in Das Rheingold, and Gotterdammerung and Helmigrin Die Walkure in the Covent Garden Ring cycle. Then as Clotilde in Norma. The last time I saw her on stage was as a rather arch ‘Merry Widow’ and her farewell Sydney concert with Pavarotti. We are fortunate to live in an age of recordings and do not have to rely on the oral legends of Malibran and Patti but have the evidence at our fingertips of her artistry. Indeed one of the great voices of the twentieth century and a wonderful human being.

Save a Theatre?

2010-10-06T23:23:00.000-07:00

It is amazing the difference a day can make etc etc etc.Two glorious days of sunshine and now an overcast cloudy day. Still, the warm weather is a delight - roll on summer.

It is obvious that local elections are in the air. Every man, woman and their dog is climbing aboard the tumbrel in support of the St James Theatre. Never mind that it has been crumbling and disintegrating in silence for years. Now it is the cause celebre! Ignore also the inaccuracies of many comments - (the auditorium seating has ranged from 2000 to 600 seats) - tout le monde have patronised the theatre at some time and ‘cherish fond memories of the theatre” Not quite the same scenario as the Civic theatre. The St James does not need friends. Is it wise to suggest a fait accompli before all this brough ha ha? Still, I have been botoxed and stretched for a brief filming for a documentary angled at saving the theatre - which of course must be done. Also a brief shoot for a documentary of the late Freda Stark. I did though resist the temptation to wear a toupee.

Gradually the city is prompted to be aware of its Heritage. Fashion changes but historic buildings should be maintained as close to their original state (where practicable), even though its uses change. There is now a generation that never knew the Civic Theatre was a cinema, showing films exclusively, but this does not detract from its splendour.

Once the euphoria of the elections are over it will be interesting to watch a sudden decline in enthusiasm as next years major theatrical event - the World Cup Rugby - takes precedence. Still there may be a few pennies left over to refurbish the theatre. Not as much though as the Bolshoi is spending upon its auditorium. Moscow is calling for goldsmiths from all over the Russia to work on the Bolshoi Theatre auditorium. A crew of over 30 people has already been put together to restore the rich original interior decoration. But many more people are required to restore the longstanding mirror frames, furniture, stucco mouldings, lamps and other sophisticated décor elements of the theatre’s main hall in time for a planned opening in October 2011. The decoration of the main theatre hall requires an ancient technique that is now known well to very few top professionals and is said to be known to even fewer goldsmiths outside Russia. The gilding technique that will be applied is used only for interior decoration and is one of the most expensive.

Time for a holiday? Possibly, but I do not think Venice fits the bill and more. La Serenissima now has giant advertisements on some of the most historic sights. The directors of the British Museum, the V&A in London, architect Norman Foster, the heads of museums in Boston, Dresden, Stockholm, the Hermitage in St Petersburg, and the Museum of Modern Art in New York are among the signatories of a letter demanding that Italy's Culture Minister outlaw the billboards, which "hit you in the eye and ruin your experience of one of the most beautiful creations of humankind". Facing a funding crunch as masonry began to crack and tumble from some of its ancient palazzi, -nothing to do with James Bone -Venice has begun to offer advertising space on tarpaulins used to cover scaffolding erected for restoration work around St Mark's Square and up and down the Grand Canal and have almost obliterated some Palazzo and the Bridge of Sighs - which are also illuminated at night. But then what is the problem? No theatrical performance seems to take place without marketing placements. Is it Puccini’s Madama Butterfly or is it ......(place you favourite car manufacturer here) Opera? Can art, or theatre, survive without sponsorship - or tax/ratepayers?

Without going into too much detail the Royal Opera House is now endeavouring to obtain perpetual rights over all creations - from text, choreography, lighting, costumes, design etc over all productions. (Music escapes as the publishers have those rights!) I recall a political suggestion that artists retain a right over their paintings with a percentage of the profit to them from every subsequent sale

Sad news: The Russian ballerina Ekaterina Maksimova has died. Her permanent partner and husband was Vladimir Vasiliev and both were excellent performers of the classic Russian ballets.

Myths,Opera ,Ballet, a tea party

2010-09-11T15:21:00.000-07:00

*..... and still the Astle myth endures, initiated by the man himself. Listening to Perrin Rowland's interview regarding her book Dining Out: A History of the Restaurant in New Zealand like Chinese whispers it has begun to be embellished but dear Mr Astle was NOT the person who accidentally flambéed a customers hair.

*Sleeping Beauty's galore. Not content with the Russian ice skating version we have Gediminas Taranda's Imperial Russian ballet bringing us the Sleeping Beauty in October, and then next year the RNZ Ballet is to also bring us The Sleeping Beauty. A wonderful ballet for presenting and utilising the full company and it will be interesting to see what is on offer. I have fond memories of Violetta Elvin and Svetlana Beriosova. Not so fond memories of Alicia Markova's performance.

*The recent earthquake in Christchurch has raised again amongst my friends (yes, I have two) the Atlantis theory. I subscribe to the island of Thera theory, rather than that of the Atlantic Ocean one. It's a no brainer.

*Congratulations to Richard Taylor for receiving his knighthood. Viva the Monarchy!

*So sad Norma Desmond never lensed her Salome. What a treasure the world has lost.

Speaking of Ms Desmond I am reminded of her soirees. I had a recent pleasure of attending a delightful tea party with living treasures. How wonderful here are still some people left in this world who are intelligent, charming, considerate, erudite - and wicked

*I was sad to learn of Blanche Thebom's death, at the age of 94. I first heard and saw her at my first performance of Berlioz' Les Troyens. She sang Dido in Sir John Gielgud's 1957 production for the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden singing opposite Jon Vickers as Aeneas. (The Cassandra was Amy Shuard). It was an exciting production, especially the controversy Ernest Newman created with his definite views as to how the production should be mounted!

*Pierre Doncq of the RNZ Ballet is expected to be back on stage - The Nutcracker - which opens in Wellington at the end of October, after having his thigh pierced by a in the fight scene with the Montagues of the Australian tour of Romeo and Juliet - accidentally I am sure. This company is no Bullet in the Ballet one

Lenore Truscott

2010-09-02T21:26:00.001-07:00

I do not have penchant for funerals, unlike Harold and Maude, and I usually do not attend because the person concerned is not there either I do not respond well to the questioning glances as to whom will be next.

But today was different. It was the celebration of a beautifully filled life and the flight from pain and suffering. It was a celebration of Lenore (see earlier blog) and a précis of her life was written by her daughter Fiona. A DVD was compiled which vividly showed Lenore’s progression through the years and everyone present had a wonderful memory of her. The sun emerged, bathing us all in its glow. A happy time! She is vivid in our memory.

Lenore Truscott

2010-08-28T15:45:00.000-07:00

I have mentioned so many times the sadness of ageing as it is inevitable that the world grows smaller as so many people we know and love have to leave us.

It is sad to report the death of Lenore Truscott (nee Upton). Lenore was a vibrant scintillating person, artist, model, dancer and musician and a bright star in Auckland’s artistic firmament. Lenore was a member of the Lucky Lovelies, the Civic Theatre’s dance troupe in the 1940’s. Her solo fan dance, complete with ostrich feathers and based upon that of the legendary Sally Rand. was spot-lit, and at the end of the dance, as the fans slowly opened she slowly sank to the floor –and the lights went out!!

New Administration Building

2010-08-27T20:02:00.000-07:00

Another wet day. Stormy, not much visibility, and an “indicident’’ (why cannot we call a spade a spade?) blocking two lanes on the Auckland harbour bridge. This was the price of an early morning trip into the city. But no regrets. It was for an auspicious occasion. This old man was a guest at the Official opening and Blessing of the new Administration Building for the Holy Cross school. An endeavour that entailed years of hard work from many people in the task of education - the compass on the voyage of life. - despite the current Ministry of Education.

"Give me a child for for his first seven years and I'll give you the man" There is a petrie dish of wisdom in that maxim, but my favourite quote is Dorothy Parker’s solution to many of today’s problems. "The best way to keep Children at home is to make the home a pleasant atmosphere and let the air out of the tires."

Schools days as one ages tend to viewed through rose coloured spectacles. Next year my ‘old school’ is celebrating it’s 100th year and a reunion is planned. The past is another country - I do not think it wise to attend. As Carmen Jones says - If you want to light a fire where a fire was before - the coal you burn must be new coal!

Nostalgia

2010-08-25T15:36:00.000-07:00

I went back to Occam’s (entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem) for a rendezvous. After a brief orison the rain decided to hold off. The café was much as I recall, no great shakes for décor but an ideal location (it was once a drycleaners establishment – you don’t clean clothes now, just throw them away and buy new ones!). The food was good, coffee average, and the usual indifferent staff which seems to be a signature of the establishment. It is a shame that patronage of many eating establishments is taken for granted. Sometimes even resented. Where are the Fernando Peires of the café world?

Raison d’être was catching up with one of the most delightful people* I know and feeling envious listening to his plans, ambitious, and achievements - all regaled in a positively charming manner. He’s off to London again soon and tortured me describing the pleasures of the Ivy, Caprice (no longer pink but a sleek black and white) and JSheekey’s. It seems such a long time ago that Mario Gallati ruled that world of excellent dining amidst recognizable faces.

Super City

2010-08-21T15:01:00.000-07:00

*The ACC Heritage Booklet is out. The usual plethora of entertainment, sadly the Civic is off limits this year. Nice to see a lesbian walk around town ending at Starks Bar – where the new proprietor has removes all former traces of Ms Stark. http://www.aucklandcity.govt.nz/whatson/events/default.asp

*I made a journey in pouring rain to have coffee with Linda. Pleasant as it was – and is always –I was inundated - again – with a request to consider adopting a greyhound. How could I possibly keep up with it? But it is a great idea – better than betting on horses. http://www.greyhoundsaspets.org.nz

*The world’s longest running Punch and Judy show is in Llandudno, North Wales, and has been going since 1850. The show is barely changed except to cut the running time by half to 35 minutes for "parents' attention spans". I guess that means the NZ Opera will not produce a season of Berlioz’s “The Trojans”.

*The APO, supported by taxpayers and some ratepayers (remedied with the Super City) is in its usual turmoil. What do expect from a cast of prima (and secondo) Donnas? It pales into insignificance when compared with Milan’s La Scala.

*How wonderful. A musical of Daphne du Maurier's (or Hitchcock's?) Rebecca.* Which next?

So Geoff is to stand for council in the ‘Super’ (sic) City. Is he pointing to our bleak future?* "The scribes and the Pharisees have taken their seat on the chair of Moses. Therefore, do and observe all things whatsoever they tell you, but do not follow their example. For they preach but they do not practice. They tie up heavy burdens (hard to carry) and lay them on people's shoulders, but they will not lift a finger to move them. All their works are performed to be seen. They love places of honor at banquets, seats of honor in synagogues, greetings in marketplaces,…..

Spring is in the air!

2010-08-16T21:44:00.000-07:00

The vulgarians are at the gate! With elections for the guardians of the Super City well underway I wonder just who will guard the guardians? What a sorry lot! What a charade! What a circus! Does anyone still read Edward Gibbon’s “Decline and fall of the Roman Empire?”

At a certain age it is inevitable that ones contemporaries depart this earth. The last few months have for me been sad in that several people have decided to desert me, leaving me more solitary. People I grew up with, shared common experiences, and were able to converse with without having to explain every reference. Now I learn Zsa Zsa Gabor* has gone home to die. A closure for that glamorous persona who brightened for me the middle years of the last century.

Excuse me for being cynical when Anne Rice announces she is leaving her church. Have books sales declined?

All best wishes to Gelsey Kirland* (with Baryishkinov) She has opened in New York the ‘Gelsey Kirkland Academy of Classical Ballet’, a pre-professional dance school designed to compete with intensive courses like those of the School of American Ballet and the American Ballet Theatre's School, which feed students into top companies. "The explosion in bravura technique over the past several decades has been fantastic and I would certainly like to learn some of those tricks!" she said. "But other, more subtle areas of technique have perhaps been neglected ... I like to help people find the beauty inside the restrictions." How true. Many ballet performances these days are close to the circus, - how high a developpe, how many fouettes, how high the leap………

I look forward to spring. A lovely photo was just received of Garnish island* at Glengarriff, resplendent in glorious sunshine. A truly magnificent spot. Maureen O’Hara knew what she was doing when she retired there. How I wish………..anyone listening?

À la recherche du temps perdu

2010-08-09T15:06:00.000-07:00

Ah time!

I was woken up early by the magpies wanting their breakfast, the promise of a fine day meant it was time for a visit to the Auckland War Memorial Museum - and it was a pleasant experience. Since I was last there it has so lightened up and many of the exhibits were arranged in a tactile informative manner. The petit choux had a delightful time touching, climbing, biting and investigating many of the exhibits. (It wasn’t such a good idea doing so with the ormolu clock I though!). Sad to think that many of the exhibits were ‘ancient’. They were part of my lifetime.

Time again. Peturla Clark touring New Zealand. Indefatigable! She recently became the President of the Hastings (UK) Musical Festival, which has been highly respected since its inception over 100 years. Surely she wasn’t there then?

And then there was the re watching of L'année dernière à Marienbad * and the memories it brought back. Wellington’s Paramount Theatre, the Film Society, coffee bars, and the beauty of the French language. Fortified this with an encore watching of Marie Bell’s beautiful portrayal of Racine’s Phedre. All so sad Then there is the ancient Civic Theatre. I forgot it was around during the writing of the Old testament - “Lift up your eyes” Isiah,40:26 “The stars appeared” Nehemiah 4:21

Photograph of museum: Mark Brimblecombe

Salome

2010-08-03T15:19:00.000-07:00

+Yesterday I braved the fog and groped my way to a nearby cinema complex to view
Inception. It was practicably worthwhile. Cinema is always more real than reality! The spooky grandeur of Hans Zimmer's score was a bonus. Clever use of "Non, je ne regrette rien"
+I then went and ran my sticky profiterole fingers through the coffee table books at Borders. Not a bad day, “It isn’t easy having a good time, even smiling makes my face ache.”
So, I think a couple months “off sick”. Maybe the Caribbean?
+Ticket sales for the live stadium spectacle Ben Hur are expected to skyrocket after Russell Crowe decided to join the 200-strong cast for two Sydney performances. No, never fear, he will only narrate. Interesting that as election fever mounts in Australia the “bread and circus” syndrome ignites.
Next year NZ has the Rugby World Cup to keep the hoi polloi happy which council strings are pulled.

+This summer the Arena di Verona, for the first time in its nearly 100-year history of opera performances, is miking both singers and orchestra at the insistence of this year’s producer Franco Zeffirelli. So what’s new, the Aotea Centre did it years ago!

+I watched a Royal Opera House performance of David McVicar’s (Wellington festival’s Fidelio -remember?) Salome, which was quite good, certainly capturing some of the Oscar Wilde’s play intention. I note a recent Verbier Festival Salome performance has 72-year-old Dame Gwyneth Jones as (Herodias!!), Rather a dream cast. Valery Gergiev conducting Deborah Voigt as Salome, Siegfried Jerusalem as Herodes, Evgeny Nikitin as Jochanaan, and John Tessier as Narraboth.

APRES LE DELUGE...c'est moi?

2010-07-30T21:59:00.000-07:00

What better words to convey the tristesse of the film festival than the flowing:-

Après le déluge... the arithmetic.
As 600 exhausted festival goers staggered out of the Civic late on Sunday night it was time to say goodbye, more or less, to the 2010 Festival, announced back in June at a screening of Exit Through the Gift Shop and concluding with the whooping nihilism of Gaspar Noè's Enter the Void. Fortunately for those in need of spiritual repair we can look forward, after a short replenishing break, to special screenings next Wednesday of Apichatpong Weerasethakul's Cannes winning Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.
In the meantime we've been busy with our calculators figuring out whether we'll be raiding our rainy day funds to pay for this year's extravaganza. Admissions total 99,256, a three percent dip on last year's record. Screenings at The Civic and SKYCITY Theatre were the big winners, with most of the disappointing turnouts occurring at the Rialto and Academy. Weekday daytime attendance was way up – which puts a dent in our income projections, and tells us something about an audience with limited disposable income and increased disposable time.
We have a few highlights of our own. Maybe they coincide with yours: some great Q+A sessions with international and Kiwi filmmakers; the Hollywood savoir faire of our headlining celebrity guest; the APO and Buster Keaton bringing down the house on Sunday night; Civic audiences rapt with tension at Animal Kingdom and How I Ended this Summer; the lightning word-of-mouth on the Bill Cunningham film.

Usual suspects

2010-07-25T20:06:00.000-07:00

Some of the people who make the festival work - and are kind to me!

Fin

2010-07-25T00:40:00.000-07:00

Into the deserted streets from the warmth of my hotelroom, satiated on pancakes and honey and into the darkend theastre for the ultimate day of the FilmFestival. Down a darkened corridor,- reminiscent of the passway inside Cheops pyramid,- into the foyer, illunmiated only by reflected sunlight highlighting the vibrant colours of Zimmerman's Indian wedding painting*. Sounds of the harp tuning emanated from the auditorium as the APO prepared for the rehearsal* for their playing to accompany the silent Buster Keaton films to be shown that evening - already sold out in the 2000+ seater theatre. ( Films were One Week and Sherlock Holmes Jr . The ultimate day had arrived. Festivals must be short to preserve their special character. Like some acquaintances. Familiarity can breed contempt. Short, sharp and ever so sweet is the recipe. Raher lke people and eperiences on a cruise.
It will be a fun day. The Red Shoes, followed by a gargantuan Mr Depardieu in Mammuth, then the climax of live orchestra and film.
Then back to the country, the deer, turkeys, hens, pukeko, tuis, doves, fantails, sparrows, magpies, hawks, thrush, blackbirds, peacocks. rabbits, cats, dogs, and occaisional human - and my beloved car.

I do agree with Peta Mathais, food critics/reviewers should state their qualifications - apart from eating - for judging proessionals. I do not agree though that the autumal changes of the colour of leaves in her street mirror her hair colour. Was in not Bette Midler who was surprised that Ronald Reagan's hair had grown prematurely orange?
Appropriate that Lynn Smart was elebrated for her 21 years as Festival manager. Those born last century (not Ander's Anton) will realise how the festival matured from the enterprise it once was, and this is in no small way because of the Lynn's superlative management and people skills. Unflappable, charming, seductive and witty - what more could anyone ask for?

Karsarvina

2010-07-23T00:15:00.000-07:00

I have had several enquiiries as to whom the Diagliev dancer was. Well dear ones, the lady in question was Tamara Karsavina whose partnership* with Vaslav Nijinsky in Mikhail Fokine's avant-garde ballets helped to revive interest in ballet in western Europe.
Mme Karsavina was educated at the Imperial Ballet School, St. Petersburg, under such teachers as Cecchetti, Christian Johansson, and Paul Gerdt, graduating in 1902. As ballerina at the Mariinsky Theatre she included in her repertoire Giselle and Odette-Odile in Swan Lake. Karsavina is best known as the leading ballerina of Sergey Diaghilev's Ballets Russes. She was the favourite partner of Vaslav Nijinsky and created the majority of famous roles in Fokine's repertoire, including Les Sylphides, Le Spectre de la Rose, Carnaval, Firebird, Petrushka, and Thamar. She also created leading roles in Leonide Massine's The Three-Cornered Hat and Pulcinella. She came out of semi-retirement in the early 1930s to revive some of her more famous roles for the Ballet Rambert and to create new ones for Frederick Ashton helping found in 1920 the Royal Academy of Dancing
Dolours! The Indonesian government is to ban the kopi luwak coffee beans digested by the luwak as being "unclean". Will my only "fix"now be chocolate?
The screening of the Red Shoes was as anticipated. A myriad of mini prospective ballerinas and walking sticks, frames, and wheelchairs.
(maybe some of the audience were early for the screening of Lourdes?) Albeit, what better form of exercise could be imagined? I recall when the All Blacks even performed barre exercises.
Final days of the Film Festival and crowds still besiege the box office*.

2010-07-21T00:12:00.000-07:00

I was horrified, nay, desolate,to learn that a certain film critic/writer/gourmand, and bon vivant \had received his projectionist training where the Classic Comedy Club is now." ....... the first thing impressed on me was ......step outside and see what it's like for the audience. Is it too loud (or quiet) and IS IT IN BLOODY FOCUS?"(sic) Now it is well known the late lamented Jan Grefstad started his Classic Cinema in that spot. When alternative film became blocked by the two chains he screened pornographic films. I am distressed to think that this impressionable young critic began his career in such a manner. Not really very pc. Has it left an indelible mark on his soul?
French actress Eva Green* ("Casino Royale") is in negotiations to star as Maria Callas in the upcoming English-language film. Enough already!
The theatre cat* has begun to indicate which films he likes and dislikes. Also which patrons he likes and dislikes. He was caught in a candid shot flying at a patron who insisted in reading the subtitles aloud.
The young man who managed 50 films at the 2005 Auckland Film Festival (not a winning cover) intends to manage seeing 75 of the Wellington Film Festival's offerings. Good luck I say
But this is not as extreme as the gentleman* who flew from the Land of Smiles just to see some films!.

filmcritics

2010-07-20T00:06:00.000-07:00

Shakespeare is so fashionable. Not only are productions of Romeo and Juliet, and Twelth Night currently running but there is the upcoming Guiseppe Verdi version of Macbeth. (Actually it could be argued it is better than Shakespeare's version of the story.. - long live Marghareta Grandi!). Now even the Globe Theatre has gone "live screen".
All that supersedes the myriad production versions of Shakespeare are the variations of 'Swan Lake" The current version 'on ice' has the name - little else, - but then there are myriad balletic versions. All that remains as sacrosanct is the Act 2 pas de deux. Even the Act 3 pas de deux varies immensely to suit the individual choreographers/dancers. (I must admit I do like Matthew Bourne's version).
Latest reconstruct is the Mikhailovsky Ballet's from St Petersburg. Speaking of St Peterburg the Sheremetevsky Palace has begun an exhibition devoted to Rudolph Nureyev. called Threads of Time, and featuring 48 original costumes from his ballets. Insurance and cost of the exhibition has been a problem. Some fabrics are alleged to have been even affected by moonlight. (One wonders how they withstood action and stage lights!)
It is amazing during a film festival how many people suddenly become experts in projection, ratios, screening technique and theatre management, not to mention critics. One wonders where they are during the rest of the year.
Another of my favcourite myths has exploded. Malaria, not poison, killed Francesco I de' Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany, and his second wife, Bianca Cappello in 1587,this exonerating the last great Grand Duke of the Medici dynasty, Francesco's brother, Cardinal Ferdinando from the suspicion of murdering them both. I am so relieved.

Dinner

2010-07-18T19:35:00.000-07:00

The restored print of Visconti's Senso was superb and a hilghlight of Auckland's Interantional Film Festival . Great to see Alida Valli again and a young Farley Granger. Superb also to see Venice's opera house, La Fenice,(phoenix) (during a performance of Verdi's Il Trovatore)which was destroyed by arson in1996. Visconti's film was used as a point of reference during the reconstruction, the opera house re-opening in 2003.
*Poor Peter Calder has nothing better to do than write blogs about some old ruin that was infected with a gramophone needle. The late, sorely missed, Jonathan Dennis was driven around the bend with the ancient ones infernal chatter.
*Silly young ballerinas trying out fouettes in the aisle during a screening of La Danse. Young bones heal quickly. Probably will need an ambulance on standy during The Red Shoes screening.

*I am now disconnected from my Facebook and Twitter accounts, having been invited to join Snob. At last I can commune with people of my own status.

*Had dinner at a certain refined establishment after the ecstacy of La Danse (mains around $50!). The waiters were most impressed with the extensions but after several bottles of wine it was more a mad hatter's tea party -without the mercury!

Operaticcinema

2010-07-17T00:06:00.000-07:00

Sad news upon hearing of the death of Rona von Zalinsky. Rona was secretary to Thomas O'Brien, owner of the third largest cinema chain in New Zealand during the 1920's,and she was his personal secretary during the construction of Auckland's Mighty Civic Theatre. Her last public appearance was at the Civic's 80th Birthday party when the Mayor of Auckland, John Banks, knelt before her to replace a fallen shoe.
Wonderfrul crowds for the special presentatiopn of "Oceans" - magnificent on the giant Civic screen, but the word 'superlative' must be reserved for Senso - a wonderfully restored print. Opera, not only without the singing, but off the stage!
I will not discuss the Serge Gainsbourg wannabes.

Photos

2010-07-16T00:34:00.001-07:00

Rain

2010-07-16T00:05:00.000-07:00

Rain. I knew the fine weather would not last - perhaps is was the gods weeping at the cherub's return to Wellington?

No organisation is greater than the sum, of its staff, devotees, or acolytes. The Film festival; runs smoothly bcause of the wondrous administration which ensures it does. The extra staff, administrators,directors,and advisors we are to achieve with a"Super" city will of course enure even

filmaward

2010-07-15T00:09:00.000-07:00

There seems to be a residual thought that film festival films are only suitable for the intelligensia। those who live in non pc ivory towers, or the literate who can decipher subtitles। Not so। All ages are able to to access these films as the photo of the wonderfuly serious baby ( thankyou, Anders) studiously watching the intriciaties of human relationships proves.
The glorious sunshine we have been experiencing does perhaps prevent some from seeking the solace of darkened auditoriums and the proximity of strangers, but the promise of rain next week will bring a deluge of umbrellas।gloves and scarves galore will fill the " lost property" boxes. .
A presentation was made to this year's recipient of the Friends of the Civic Short Film Award at the Civic's Wintergarden। This year, Sam Peacocke received the award for his poweful short film "Manuwera'. Members ofthe committee spoke to Sam about his film, career,and aspirations and the art of film making. His film is to have its premiere during the International film festival season.

Babies

2010-07-14T00:31:00.000-07:00

There was a little indecision regarding the concluding behaviour of Ms Swinton in "I am Love". Would such a woman behave the way she did??? For me it was not credible, but that was such a small matter compared to the elegance of the film.
The fact that Mr Banks had flowers sent to himself at his own expense reminds me of "poor Cecily" who had to write her own love letters. At least that way you are always sure of getting what you want!
The Australian film, 'Animal Kingdom" must be seen. Excellent, with a great cast - watch for James Frecheville.
I celebrated Bastille Day with some bubbles and chocolate - how else. Lovely to hear form Florian on his birthday - still debauching in New York.
Speaking of wine it is amazing how like a vintage some people are. Many are great, some mediocre. Others age beautifuly, and a few become vinegar. At least most venues provide wine to enhance receptive antennae. Unlike patrons of Sky CityTheatre. Despite full houses for festival films there is an inertia when it comes to providing refreshments for patrons, eager to spend their shekels at other than the gaming tables. The bar is adamantly closed.
Late patrons are a bane of theatre life. Struggling to find seats in the dark, stepping on toes, derrieres shoved in ones face etc etc. It reminds me of the time a late comer thought my lap was a hat and sat on it! Fortunately they missed the theatre cat.
It seemed strange to create a film about "Babies", but viewing the many succulent examples brought in by doting parents it would seem a slow roast, frequent basting with a honey glaze, and a garnish of sweet potatoes and cress would justify cooking them. Justifying Dean Swift's suggestion that the Irish could eat their childen and so avoid the 19th century famine - except that the English had the monopoly of bees.

encore

2010-07-12T23:58:00.000-07:00

As you know I love food as well as film and the inimitable Peter Calder has been wise anough to follow my lead. While I appreciate his criticism regarding the table settings in "I am Love" I am not prepared though to enter into a discourse with him regarding the protocol of placing an serviette over ones head when eating ortalonsI
*I understand given to understand that there is no truth to the rumour that the Festival director has encouraged the ACC to spend an extra $3million on the mosaics at the Tepid Pool restoration.
Do see "The Concert" - a gem of a film, and a good rendition of Tchaikovsky's Violin Concert - although neither the Bolshoi nor Theatre du Chatelet is quite as I remember!

musings

2010-07-12T23:52:00.001-07:00

A lovely dinner last night at Casa Verde. The paella was superlative - just the right textures - although I doubt that it was actually Paul who had been sliced as an ingredient. Quelle horreur, it would have been tantamount to a desecration of Athina's temple. T'was rather satisfying to know though that Orange were defeated upon the anniversary of the Battle of the Boyne - despite their dirty tricks.
So, the worlds "most successful mezzo-sporano" Katherine Jenkins, is to tour the country. No doubt referring to her financial status rather than her artistic merits. ( I regret I could not attend Cecilia Bartoli's prima "Norma", but regrettably Dominic and Belusconi do not get on well together).
Whilst it was well known that Ewan McGegor and Pierce Brosnan would not attend the premiere screening of "The Ghost Writer" ( too cold), a watch is being kept at the airport now it is revealed that Mr Polanski has left Switzerland.

musing

2010-07-12T23:52:00.000-07:00

Photos

2010-07-11T19:45:00.000-07:00

I have had some requests to indentify the photographs. Quiet frankly, if you do not know whom the subject of the photo is you are not of a social significance to have their acquaintance. Suffice to say that if Dominic was prepared to be photographed with them they are of some importance!

MoreMovies

2010-07-11T19:28:00.001-07:00

Viva Espana!
Dominic was thriled to see 'Under the Southern Cross", the 1929 silent film which was filmed whilst the Civic was being built. It was lovely to see Diane from the Film Archives looking as lovely as I remembered her. The film was accompanied by a live score which enhanced the experienced. I introduced Dominic to one of the owners of the unique '"Southern Cross pearls" which are at present in the Perth museum. He was understandably awestruck.
Then there was the world premiere of 'The Hopes and Dreams of Gazza Snell", A story of a NZ family, - and the theatre was filled with the cast and friends. No money taken at the box office that night!
Celia's turtley soup and steak recipes were available during the screening of "The Turtle: The incredible journey" and were well received.
I know all the world's a stage, but I am surprised at the numbers of "resting" actors who are prepared to attempt a role in local politics. It is appreciated how addictive the lime(spot)light is but a little more than playing a part is required. I hope their defeat will not bruise their ego too much.

The interest in the ballet films demonstartes the interest in the art. It is of course significant that the documentary - La Danse - by Frederick Wiseman should be catagorised as 'Architecture' ,as one of the primary stars is the Palais Garnier* itself, and classical ballet is such a geometric art. ( A lot of contempory ballet requires little technique apart from a form of atheticism and looks like a Buster Keaton built house). Overshadowing the Paris company is of course the Opera House itself, home to Eric the Phantom and viewing its interior is a bonus of the film. (Better a lake under the Opera House than a subway under Gaudi's Cathedral!)
Dominic is looking forward to the new print of "The Red Shoes" also. Where would Moira Shearer be without her red hair? Bald?
Interesting the snippets of conversation overheard as one threads through the crowds. 'Have you ever crunched an ant?" "Do you make a study of pornography?" "Did she manage to eat it all on her own?" Some strange headgear in evidence also. Nearly as interesting as watching the gulls swooping in and out of the canyons of the tall city buildings this morning.

.Movies

2010-07-11T00:41:00.000-07:00

It was opening night at the Auckland International Film Festival!. The theatre was packed with the "d" list dahlings, and of course the "red hens" who did all the work. Goddie bags of a Moro novelty and air kisses in plenty. Never mind the viruses. Introductory speeches from the inimitable William,followed by the Edge CEO and then the Super Mayor hopeful. (It was pleasing to note the Film Festival director received more applause than the Auckland City Council). Sam Peacocke was the recipient of the Friends of the Civic Short Film Award for his "Manurewa".
The film, "I am Love' one of those grand lyrical sedate and so aristocratic Italian films. A delight. Food was not asgood as "Babettes Feast",nor the table settings as delicious as those in "The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and her Lover. Regrettfully there were no shots of La Scala but at least Maria Callas was on the sound track.
I forwent the blackhole of calcutta press "bash" afterwards. Those viruses! Lovely to see the lovelies again Weather so far fine and it is getting off to a good start. Full house for the Banksy's film. I think some people thought it was a promotion for a super mayoral canditate. I anticipated a vista of graffiti illumintating Queen Street in the morning - but no! Probably saving it all up for "party central"
Dominic was having a great time meeting up with some dear friends. I let him watch 'The Concert" and "Pianomania" He wants to watch "Animal Kingdom" but I think it is too violent for his tender eyes. I forbade his watching "The Ghost Writer" -people are still talking! Something about the director. Anjelica wouldn't tell me. w riter" ( The diretopr has a "reputation"!

so much to do!

2010-07-03T15:58:00.000-07:00

So many things to do and think of and so little time to do it all. I am continually being besieged with trivia which leads my poor little grey cells upon labyrinth of miscellany which can prove so time consuming.

*Montana, one of the most recognizable of NZ wine labels is now to be branded Brancott Estate. because export of such labelled wine to the USofA could cause confusion with the state of Montana. So commendable.

*The Manukau city councillor, once an Olympic and commonwealth athlete claimed $1.54 for travelling to a meeting 2km from his house. He is also recorded as claiming $11.20 for driving to a speed-reading course. Most commendable.

*So a film is to be made of the legendary Pope Joan. How exciting.

*Soon to be on the trendy restaurant’s menu. Placenta. If you are interested I will provide you with the recipe. (Tastes a little like liver!)

*Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Less than six weeks after opening in New York, Cirque du Soleil’s latest production, “Banana Shpeel” closed after a brief run - somehow they missed the magic formula this time.

It is Film Festival time again. Nights and days sitting in a darkened auditorium with only twinkling stars above. What is reality? What we see on the silver screen or what we encounter in the streets afterwards? No opera these days. That has been so successfully cornered by the ‘direct’ transmissions from the northern hemisphere opera companies. Excellent operatic entertainment, even if it lacks some of the frisson of a live performance.

At least some dance, especially ballet. A welcome return of "The Red Shoes," that ground breaking film with Moira Shearer, a victim of the internal politics of the company at the time. For me also a chance to see the luscious Ludmilla Tcherina - a dancer with the Paris opera. Her ‘Phedre’ was memorable. Then of cause "La Danse", an excellent film of the Paris opera’s ballet company - almost overshadowed by the superlative Palais Garnier’

The highlight of the festival is of cause the people1 Catching up on friends, acquaintances, and discovering exciting strangers. The anticipation is probably more exciting than the reality!

Opening night is Tilda Swinton in ‘I Am Love” .

Restaurant and Organ

2010-06-07T14:35:00.000-07:00

The restaurant scene in Auckland does not seem to have improved much whilst I have been away. A visit to a Japanese restaurant the other night with friends presented me with a wonderful picture of colourful food, beautifully arranged, and the temptation was to hang it on the wall rather than sample it. It was the off over the road for dessert and coffee to discover the most outrageous charges for a very poor attempt at a dessert menu. The sticky date pudding bore no resemblance to such a dish than Lady Gaga’s bloody stage act to Cio Cio San’s suicide. The choice of course was so difficult. I was presented with an invite to dinner with the option of seafood chowder or a chance to see a couple of friends before they depart these shores. No contest – the food won out!

Just when I thought there could not be anything left to discover I read of the discovery in England of a mass grave (over 80 skeletons) of gladiators killed in the Roman entertainments, then news that NZ’s Film Archive has discovered in its archives some long lost American films. A 1927 silent feature directed by John Ford,” Upstream”, “The Girl Stage Driver” (1914), with Edna Payne,* a short comedy “Won in a Cupboard” (1914) directed by Mabel Normand a period drama starring Clara Bow, 'Maytime" (1923) and a group of early one-reel westerns are among a trove of long-lost American films. Being on nitrate they are in danger of disintegration, let alone flammation, and have been (carefully) shipped off to the States for restoration Many American and English films remained in New Zealand after their commercial lives were over because the studios didn’t think the return shipping was worth the expense. No an unusual case these days when films, or parts thereof, are not returned to the distributor.

Not so lucky is a Wurlitzer Organ*. The largest, but last theatre organ to arrive in New Zealand was the instrument intended for the beautiful 3,500-seat Eberson-style atmospheric Civic Theatre in the heart of downtown Auckland. Built in 1929, the Civic Theatre was heralded as the “Showcase of the Pacific,” with its lavish decoration boasting a foyer in an “Ancient Indian” style and auditorium in an “Ancient Persian” style. www.friendsofthecivic.4t.com Sold to the Southward Car Museum by the Civic Theatre, in preparations for another cinema and the tastes of cinemas audiences had changed, it is not in a parlous state.

This Wurlitzer, Opus 2075, is a 3-manual 16-rank Style 260 “Special” which, as it was once remarked, rose from the depths “with a roar that made the marrow dance in one’s bones.” The organ was installed in chambers under the stage floor, and the Piano, Chimes, Xylophone and Marimba Harp were installed in small opera-style boxes on either side of the auditorium, clearly visible to theatre patrons.

It would appear that, due to neglect and maintenance, the organ has descended into such a poor state that a visiting professional organist has refused to play it. There has been a gradual deterioration of the organ since the death of Sir Len Southard and “destruction by neglect” would seem to the situation. This is only one of three Wurlitzer organs in NZ giving regular concerts. The ex Wellington DeLuxe organ is based at the Baycourt theatre, Tauranga, the ex Regent, Auckland organ is based at the Hollywood Theatre, Avondale www.hollywoodcinema.net.nz

Monde Marie cafe

2010-06-05T16:51:00.000-07:00

I received an email the other day telling for a reunion. This was for patrons of the Monde Marie coffee bar in Wellington. http://www.mondemarie.co.nz Coffee bars in Wellington. I know the past is another country but it is good to visit it at times. The café culture in Wellington was a brilliant subterranean culture in a desert of repression of the late ‘40s, 50’s and 60’s. The first café I recall was A.D.Singelton's French Maid* in Lambton Quay. Coffee was a recent discovery, coffee essence various varieties being the normal purchase, with the occasional tin of Nestlé’s Coffee and Milk. Singleton was a coffee importer in Lower Hutt, the only other major player being Faggs in Lower Cuba Street. The roasting aroma - a once weekly phenomenon was pleasant intrusion into the salt air of Wellington. Then the proliferation! Tête á tête, Casa Fontana, Café du Boulevard, Left Bank, Man Friday, Picasso, Windmill, The Tulip, Suzy’s, and Monde Marie. The ebullient Mary Seddon was encouraged by Robert Beasley (Monsieur Robert of Montmarte (no salt on the table) fame) to open her café. The occasional purloining of Madame Louise’s apple pies, her French letter box and bohemian atmosphere was a revolutionary breath of fresh air. Her occasional admonition to Benedict Esterhazy and me not to leave the empty brandy bottle under the seat merely added to the adventurous atmosphere of a Wellington when bats closed at 6.00pm and restaurants had not yet received a license.

But a reunion? I don’t think it is for me.

Film festival on its way!

2010-05-28T23:48:00.000-07:00

The destruction of Bangkok's Siam theatre is a tragic loss. One of the finest cinemas in Asia which opened in 1966, this elegant single screen theatre was one of Bangkok's most popular cinemas with a plush, elegant interior and a giant curved screen. It was one of a number of theatres destroyed in the riots in the city in May 2010.
By contrast Buenos Aires Teatro Colon*, one of the world's great opera houses, has reopened its doors as part of Argentina's bicentenary celebrations.
The opera house had been closed for nearly four years for renovations and included restoring the exterior, replacing some of the original flooring and chandeliers, and installing a natural air conditioning system. The Teatro Colon is renowned for its natural acoustics.
Auckland's International Film festival is with us in July and the new logo* for the festival looks interesting - as does the projected line up of films! It will be a change to escape from nonsense like Avatar, Robin Hood and Prince of Persia!

The Friends of the Civic fundraiser this year will be at the new art gallery at the Monte Cecilia Pah Homestead. The Auckland City Councill has entered into partnership agreements with the James Wallace Arts Trust and TSB Bank, which will see the Homestead completely refurbished and transformed into the TSB Bank Wallace Arts Centre.
The fundraiser will be one of the first functions at the Art Gallery. This helps finance the annual award to a promising young NZ filmmaker. (www.civictheatre.co.nz)

I saw four hen pheasants going across the lawn yesterday by the time I prepared the hot water for plucking they had gone.

Requiast in pace eternum:

Beverley Morrison, better known as the singer Beaver, died at the age of 59. Best known as Beaver or "Beav", a childhood nickname, she was a key member of Lawrence's music and theatre act Blerta (Bruno Lawrence Electric Roadshow Travelling Apparition) that travelled the country in the 1970s. Lawrence died in 1995. Beaver had an acclaimed career, singing jazz, soul, blues and rock'n roll. My fondest memories of her singing was lunch at Auckland’s Orleans restaurant on a Sunday
Anneliese Rothenberger, soprano, died on May 24, aged 83. She enjoyed a distinguished stage career and was also a greatly beloved figure on German television. Although she sang several coloratura roles (among them Oscar, Blonde, Olympia and Adele), she was also an excellent, Sophie in Der Rosenkavalier and Zdenka in Arabella.

Photos

2010-05-24T19:56:00.000-07:00

Concluding notes of Cork

2010-05-24T19:47:00.000-07:00

To conclude this brief holiday a visit to the Cork University* was organized. A beautiful campus with a large collection of Ogham, stones. Then to St Joseph's cemetery for the annual anniversary memorial for the victims of the Famine*, of to the beautiful Art Deco Church of Christ the King* by architect Barry Byrne and sculptor John Storrs. A walk up to Shandon, visited the Butter Museum, rang the Shandon bells, and visited North Cathedral.
A misty day and a visit to ss Peter and Paul with its superb acoustics. and a trip to Clonakilty, its unaffected streets, and famous de Barre*, and were fortunate to see the rare ‘mop” tree in full flower alongside the cathedral* - then off to Inchydoney island for lunch and temptation of its Spa!
"The people are splendid" - these words on the memorial to Michael Collins* in Clonakilty formulates the quintessence of the people of Cork. They are indeed "splendid". The spell of the city, its architecture, colours, waterways, alleys and streets, alternatively enhanced by brilliant sunshine or embraced by mystic Irish mist is a choreography by the extraordinary people who weave a spell of magic and charm which appears elusive but is binding.
During my visit to this green island I have stayed in many places but it is the magic of a proprietor* whom I nominate for Corkonian of the Year. Her charm, intelligence and beauty create an ambiance of relaxation and a spell of enjoyment. The boutique Ashley Hotel in Coburg Street, Cork creates a reality of Brigadoon. (I resist the thought of Skillstiffen because of the inherent danger previously described). The advice, wisdom, guidance, and assistance offered was exemplary and helped to crate an aura of acceptance rather then being a stranger in this city. When visiting Cork, even if you are not staying at a hotel, let alone the Ashley, pay a visit and talk to Anita Couglan* and learn about this wonderful city from a modern day Lorelei!
The extraordinary facet of hospitality is no better illustrated by the warmth of the family unit that envelops the city. Mercurial Bernie and her 'rock’ Pat, Handsome Patrick and vivacious Wendy, Generous hosts Roisin and Eddie, Vivacious Michelle and James, Impish Kieran and Marie-Clare - all creating an all embracing Celtic spell creating the jewel encrusted Persian carpet which conveyed us to a place of warmth and love which is this city.
Did I enjoy Cork? What do you think?

Skibereen

2010-05-17T02:20:00.001-07:00

Fine weather necessitated a visit to Skibereen and a visit to St Patrick's Cathedral and the Heritage Centre for a history (audio/visual) of the Famine years, then lunch at the beautiful Church Restaurant.
Weather still great so a visit to the Crawford Art Gallery, and was especially impressed with the copies of the Vatican marble statuary. (Copies were sent to Ireland as a precaution when it was thought Napoleon may have captured the Vatican and confiscate them!). Tea and scones surround by art followed. I then had to cross the Daly Bridge - built for the 1900 Exhibition - and bounce up and down and was amazed that my increased weight did not demolish it!! A visit to the Honan Chapel at Cork's University was impressive. Bernie gave us a wonderful tour of this most impressive University and its Ogham stones. The Chapel's beautiful mosaics and carvings are a wonderful example of Celtic art. That evening,with relatives,was an occasion for a brought a supmtuous meal!!,
Next day was a visit to P&W's and a magical sunny day at their spacious home in rural Blarney
Another fine day (de rigeur!) required a visit to the Butter Museum,followed by a visit to St Anne's and the obligatory ringing of the Shandon bells, then onto St Joseph's cemetery for the anniversary service of the Famine.

Conclusions

2010-05-11T23:51:00.000-07:00

In the midst of life there is always death. Guilitta Simionato has died at the age of 99 , one week short of her 100th birthday. This celebrated mezzo began a career in 1927 and ended it in 1966. She sang and recorded (as well as with many others) with Maria Callas whom she regarded as a friend.
Also leaving us was Lena Horne, at ther age of 92. She broke that racial ceiling with her stage and film roles. Max Factor created a special make up for her film roles and when screening down south her segment was cut from featured films. She later became an active campaigner for civil rights and was a powerful voice of that movement.
The sunny waether has brought about a trip to Kinsale, with its excellent harbour *- it was the departure point of Alexander Selkirk for his trip around the world - and steeped in the history of the Spanish and Irish attempts to disloge the English occupation, Charlesfort and the ruins of James fort - both guarding the harbour, and thre excellent bars and restaurants were well worththe visit. (Lunch was at Ned Kelly's). It was vintage car weekend and there were some beauties.
Next day it was off to Blarney, a delightful little village, and the towerhouse of Blaney Castle,* with its caves and dungeons were obligatory (Did I kiss the stone? Did I need to? Do you need to ask?) A delighful walled garden with supposedly Druid areas* - and then a visit to the Woollen Mills. The Waterford chandeliers were tempting but too difficult to pack.
e.&.o.e

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2010-05-07T22:13:00.000-07:00

Cork photos

Volcanic ash -ugh!

2010-05-07T05:18:00.000-07:00

Another fine day - who cares about volcanic ash, I'm not flying anywhere!. A day to go off to Bantry. and west Cork. Through the villages of Inchigela and Ballingeary to the source of the River Lee at Gougane Barra and the remans of the small 6th Century monastery founded by St Finbar. (The boys enjoyed it - especially the food)* The it was off to Glengarrif,
Luncheon with Maureen O'Hara and across Bantry Bay to the wonderful idyll of Garnish Island, (think The Wicker Man -the original, not the horrendous remake) This area is warmed by the Gulf Stream and has some wonderful sub-tropical gardens designed by Harold Peto. Italiante vistas, temples, and the remains of an 1805 MartelloTower (keeping a watch out for Napoleon!). Wonderful plants, shrubs, flowers - even a Kauri and ferns from NZ. Bantry was interesting. Bantry House had a replica of one of the frigates from the (unfortunately unsuccessful) French Armada which set out in 1797 to free Ireland from British subjection. (Why did it return to France without landing? Why did Cleopatra leave Marc Antony at Actium?). The French invasion would have changed history if it was successfulo.Again, a very lovely day of history, beauty, food (fish restaurant at Bantry!) and talk, talk, talk!
It was 1796, when -- inspired by Wolfe Tone and the United Irishmen, a formidable French armada sailed from France to expel the British. Almost 50 warships carried nearly 15,000 soldiers. Thwarted by rough seas and a breakdown in communications, the invasion never came to pass. Ten ships were lost. Too storm-damaged to return to France, the frigate Surveillante was scuttled off Whiddy Island and lay undisturbed for almost 200 years. At Bantry house there is a giant scale (1:6) model of the ship in cross section
There was later of course the obligatory walk up to Shandon and St Anne's bell tower but I resisted the temptation to ring the bells. In to Cork's cathesdral, (St Mary and St Anne*) but its modern interior was not to my taste. It was necessary to roll down the hill (as the butter barrels usesd to be when Cork butter ruled the world) and refresh myself at the half door cafe.* I saw three eldery ladies having a craic!*
The Tines link below sums up so muchbetter than I can possibly convey the charms of Cork. Do read it.

Cork, cultural capital of Europe | Ireland - Times Online

2010-05-07T04:40:00.000-07:00

Cork, cultural capital of Europe | Ireland - Times Online

Food

2010-05-04T12:24:00.000-07:00

a. Tripe and disheen!

b. Eric exults in taste.

c. Bread and Butter Pudding.

Photos

2010-05-04T12:04:00.000-07:00

a, Paedar views Blackrock Castle with disdain!

b. The source of Cork's River Lee

c. St Fin Bar's Cathedral

Food

2010-05-03T23:40:00.000-07:00

Another fine day - naturally. A day for churches. The Dublin Youth Choir at St Mary's Dioscesan, then trotting at a fast pace to the Fransciscan St Francis - a beautiful romanesque church - and the Redemptionist Church Choir from Limerick, then a visit to the Augustine St Augustus, off for a touch of Latin at St Peter and St Pauls, then a trck across the river, resisting a visit to Beamish and Crawford's Brewery, and on to St Fin Barre's Cathedral for the National Competition for Church Music. (The Cork City Cork Chamber Choir came first with Palestrina's Sicut Servus nnd John Tavener's The Lamb). St. Fin Barre's present french gothic cathedral was built in 1871 but there has been a church on the site since the 7th century. Of interest was the cannon ball - suspended by a chain - which had demolished the steeple. Of more interest to me was the Resurrection angel, designed by William Buirges (who was also the architect for the cathedral) in copper and gold leaf, poised on the pinnacle of the sanctuary roof and holding a twin trumpet. When this trumpet sounds it will signal the end of the world!!
Yesterday wa a Bank Holiday, 18 degrees celcius, so off to lunch with considerate, charming, and affable hosts -and a superlatiove luncheon. All exquisitely served on Willow Plate:
Two little birdies flying
a little vessel passing by
a weeping willow hanging o'er
a bridge with three men, if not four.
a Chinese castle there it stands
as if the Lord of many lands,
a tree with many apples on,
and a fence at the bottom to end my song.
Brilliant conversation and repartee, and then there was the food! BT is a gourmet cook and luncheon hit all the right spots. Soup, follwed by Tripe and drisheen, and a finishing flourish of Bread and buitter pudding. Did I hear the sound of the Resurrection angel's trumpets? Was it the end of the world? What better note to go out on??

Vocal

2010-05-01T23:43:00.000-07:00

Anoher fine day and this was time to walk,and walk,and walk. Along the river walk alongside Galway's Corrib river filled with big fat salmon. Not much luck though for the fisherman aloingside the banks. Then Galway's cathedral with its cavernous arches and beautiuil coloured Connemara marble, St Francis' with its pristine romaneqsue efficiency, and the Augustine Abbey with its service in the round and an exellent choir. Tourist traps everywhere - Galway is a very savvy tourist city with bars, cafes, souvenier shops, etc filling much of the narrow lanes and streets leading to the fabled bay. The ringling of all the various bells at midday made me think I was in Act 3 of Tosca - except no stars were brightly shining.
To Cork via Shannon, and speaking of opera it was off to Renee Fleming's Armida a tthe Cork Opera House. A valiant attempt, - at least without cuts, - but possibly not quite Ms Flemming's forte. At least a plethora of virtuoso tenors. The Opera house was functional. It was built as a theatre and opera house in 1855, Having survived the burning of much of Cork by British forces in 1920 it was burned down in its centenary year by a combination of old wiring and wooden materials. (How is the St James by the way?) It was re-opened in 1963 and serves as theatre and cinema but gets no marks for atmosphere.
The 56th annual Choral International festival founded by Aloys Fleischmann, is in full swing, and a great day was spent at the Civic Hall for the choir competitions. (No NZ choir this year!) The festival programme included prestigious international and national competitions, gala and fringe concerts, public performances, and an education programme

Baronial

2010-04-27T12:45:00.000-07:00

I don't usually waffle on about a particular subject (yeah,yeah,I can hear the comments!) but the Skeffington Arms in Galway astounded me with its wonderful ambiance and style. Including its six bars, carvery, resturant, and with its multifloored interior it is a delight. Most certainly one of the few places in which I wish I was baronial. From the wonderful penant light fittings*, paintings*,woodwork, fireplaces, furnishings and intricate pattern of staircases, I was amazed that the proprietors had no brochure or booklet detailing its history. Obviously I need a Maigrait, Miss Marple, or even a Poirot (not to mention Father Jack) to get to the bottom of it all. I loved the place. Arguably up there with my highlights of Galway.
"Some say the devil's dead and buried in Killarney,
more say he rose again and joined the British Army!" e.&.o.e

Moher

2010-04-27T11:30:00.002-07:00

Slight precipitation but it was off to the Cliffs of Moher, a site that is in the running for one of the new seven wonders of the world to be announced next year. Into County Clare, through the stoney barren fields of the Burren* - home to over 70% of Ireland's native fauna, and up into the hills with magnificent views of the Aran islands and Galway Bay. Passed Corcomiron Abbey* and the Gleninsheen Tomb*, dating back to 2500BC. The rain held off and the sun came out - the Cliffs looked great*. Originally the site of a fort, the coastline is dotted with watch towers built to keep a lookout incase Napoleon tried to land an army there. They later served as an outlook for pirates! I did not brave the spiral staircase of O'Brien's tower - it was one person at a time, either up or down, and my increased girth raised fears that I could get jammed. No signs of wrecked galleons but I felt certain I caught a glimpse of the golden domes of the sunken village of Kilstiffen. The sunken village only appear once every seven years. (It is said that if you sight them you will die before they appear again!) The whole Atlantic coastline is quite spectacular, and as with the Giant's causeway we were so lucky to have such a beautiful day. Osca was most impressed with all the black faced lambs and donkeys. e.&.o.e

2010-04-27T11:29:00.000-07:00

Personals

2010-04-26T22:59:00.000-07:00

Three friends, Myself telling Oscar where he went wrong; the Garda has Peadar in custody!; Three old ladies gossiping.

Paedar

2010-04-26T20:25:00.000-07:00

Thankyou all those concerned about Peadar. He is enjoying showing us aqround thecountry but sometimes gets into mischief. Here he is being saved from falling in the River Eske in Donegal, and eating a sundae in Dublin.

Galway

2010-04-26T11:58:00.000-07:00

With a slight precipitation it was back to Dublin and then onto Galway, via Athlone. Viewed the Fields of Athenry - looking more fertile than they must have been during the potato famine. A superlative sunny day and the promenade at the bay was reminiscent of le plage at Cannes. Every man woman,child, and dog was out, walking for the traditional kick of the promenade wall. The mute swans were there in all there glory and the salmon fishing had just begun. It wasa magnificent sunny day, with street vendors,mimes,musicians et al . A visit to St.Nicholas' Collegiate Church (circa 1320)* was de rigeur, not only to see Mr Lynch's memorial, but to view the church that Christopher Columbas prayed in prior to leaving for America. (Apparently St Brendan got there before him - by several centuries.)
The trip to Connemara* was again taken place in sunshine. Sad views of the historic famine cottages, no windows, homesto families of 12 and all the penny walls (starving farmers were paid one penny a yard per stone wall built). Past lakes, rivers,aand mountains all culminating in Kylemore Abbey*. Now home to Benedictine nuns from Ypres, but built in the mid 19th century by a Liverpool merchant, complete with electricity, turkish baths, walled Victorian garden, glasshouses, and a small gothic church, a replica of Norwich Cathedral! Time for more food, this time in the magnificent Skeffington Arms Hotel bar. e.&.o.e

Dublin

2010-04-25T23:14:00.001-07:00

It was another sunny day and an early walk to the Blessington St basin – once the water supply for the city. A lovely spot to sit ad relax and share some sandwiches with the bird life. It was worth the walk.

The afternoon was a trip to the desolation and tristesse of Kilmanham Gaol. The sadness of the stark surroundings and the museum with its tragic mementoes. ’O for the wings of a dove’

Food

2010-04-24T05:49:00.000-07:00

After a trip to to Derry, it was Belfast, capital of the six northern counties and part of the United Kingdom. A bleak city with the massive architecture of a colonial power from the magnificence of Stormont to the grand structures of the Presbyterian church. (even with superlative gargoyles!) Scotland is not far away and on the fine day of the trip to the Giant's Causeway the Mull of Kintyre was visible .
It is said that the Giant's causway is worth seeing but not worth going to see. Not true. With such a gloriously sunny day, travelling up the coast through the charming glens and villages was a delight in itself. (The green fields of Moyle were the inspiration for Johnny Cash's' 40 shades of green'.) The browned heather, peak bogs, dried Loughanema lake, Patrick pine forest and the 9000 population Ballycastle, seasoned with ruined castles like Dunseverick and the superb example of CarrickFergus were all photographers' dreams. Peadar told me his greatgrandfather had written the words to 'the Soldier's Song' which forms the republic's national anthem and we saw his aunt's butcher shop in Cushendall.
The Giant's causeway lived up to all expectations although I was disappointed not to find Finn's cradle. No, I did not attempt the rope walk at Carrick-a-Rede. I have read The Bridge of San Luis Rey and know what can happen! I must admit that the smells of Bushmills'distillery were a delight.
It was up early the next day and off to the St George Market. Great! Lovely coffee, spicy potato cake, the best backlava since Suleiman's. Walked to Victoria Shopping square, passed the leaning Prince Albert clock tower, then up to viewing tower with its 360 view of city. A hawk was being used to keep seagulls away from the huge glass dome - most successfully. Went to see and hear the bell clock at Fountain lane, and then it was off to Falls Road to "mix with me mates". (Election fever is reaching a high pitch, I vote "Simon Cowell for Prime Minister!") St Peters Cathedral is a well maintained 1866 replica of a french gothic cathedral with intricate twin towers, - in time to hear the nine bell carillon angelus - then to the more prosaic St Pauls, and back to the city centre for a fry up. Weather has been great, and not a mite of volcanic ash anywhere!!
Saturday was off to the market again - it was food day. What a wondrous sight, You name it and it was there, from a full roast suckling pig to a sumptuopus chocolate fudge cake. With all the samples on offer ,as well as edibles available there will probably not be any need to eat for a week, so obviously it was necessary for a trip to St Malachy's church for an appropriate penance. This church, one of the finest buldings in Belfast, has a castle like exterior with an exquisite interior. Magnificent screen doors, forty-three stained glass windows, wonderful paintings, a gothic revival pulpit. and comletely built from hand made bricks, - all surmounted by a superlative fan vaulted ceiling The ceiling is a replica of the Henry VII Chapel in Westminster Abbey.
I'm sorry I wont be here in July for Leonard Cohen's third visit to Ireland, but at least I will miss Michael Flatley's return to the stage after 12 years. e.&.o.e

North

2010-04-21T08:53:00.000-07:00

Left Donegal village after a wonderful meal at "Just Williams". Fisherman's Pie with salmon,whiting, cod,and turbot, surmounted on some of the lightest pastry I have sampled. A lead sinker was placed on top to stop it from floating away. ! A glass of Hennesey cognac followed and as I watched the Northern TV channel I observed how punctilliously they avoided any mention of, or reference to the Republic. The news of course is all about the UK elections and the Volcanic ash cloud. Anything east of Australia does not exist. Travelling from the south to the north it causede me to ruminate (like the cows) to some extent of the similarity of the variances between north and south peoples. The vibrancy,warmth and culture of the mediterranean countries fades as you progress further north to colder climates. Everything becomes introverted and more harsh. Even the architecture.Also the contrast with the southern states of America and the Yankees for example . So with southern Ireland - its more mellifluous speech, warmer socialising and cultural activities whilst progressing north the accent becomes harsher and the cultural life more clinical.
So, a trip to occupied north via Derry. Belfast is a thriving city and there has been a lot to see. My heart filled my chest and I thought it would explode with rapturous joy upon beholding Victoria Regina (aka Mrs Brown) upon her plinth, surmounted by the Union Jack unfurling in the cold wind. It is a harsh city, nearly as harsh as the accent but it was good to have all the BBC channels on TV. I noted a premiere of what looked like an exciting new choreographyof Anna Karenina at the Maryinsy Theatre. The Belfast Opera House is a wonderful edifice and thriving. Interestingly enough they have back stage tours every Sunday. (Is the Edge listening?) Have just missed the Belfast Film Festival but I think Auckland has one in July. I have been offered a peacock when (and if I return to NZ). They taste better than swans.
The Belfast City Hall is a wonderful structure, a tribute to the power and wealth of the Victorian age, Beautifuly maintained - and all the lights were working in the chandeliers!
I have had enquiries re Arthur Rimbaud. No, he is not the inspiration of Mr Stallones ficticious chjaracter but a french poet. Look him up. An interesting character and possibly a great instigator of the inundation of coffee throughout the world today. Forget his "Drunken Boat" for now, my favourite poem is below for your edification.
IL PLEUT DOUCEMENT SUR LA VILLE

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleure sur la ville,
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénétre mon coeur ?

Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits !
Pour mon coeur qui s' ennuie
Ô chant de la pluie !

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s' écoeure.
Quoi ! Nulle trahison ?
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C' est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi,
Sans amour et sans haine,
Mon coeur a tant de peine !
e.&.o.e

Gaol

2010-04-18T23:00:00.000-07:00

The visit to Kilmainham Gaol was a sobering one. Not only for the forbidding architecture and housing of the inhabitants, but for the tragic history of England's oppresive colonialism contained therein. Fully restored by volunteers, the excellent museum was a tribute to their dedication. The East wing of the gaol has been used extensively as a film set, eg "The Italian Job" (the real one!) .Saw a prisoner too!* Wandered back to the h'penny bridge for the traditional walk back and forth. (No, don't ask me what a halfpenney is or I will have to tell you what a farthing was!) Tried to visit St Micah's and the bodies of people found preserved in the bogs but it was closed tighter than a canard's derriere. (Apropos nothing in particular I was interested to see the photo of an adult (30ans) Arthur Rimbaud which had been discovered recently in a 'flea market' in Egypt.)

A visit to the Blessington Street Basin* concluded an interesting day*! It was also Samuel Beckett Day and the bridge was laden with choirs and harpists waiting for Godot to arrive.
Then it was onto Donegal via Enniskillen. A visit to the ruined Fransiscan Abbey* (blown up!) and cemetery, viewed the Eske River and dined - delightfully - at the Blueberry Cafe.
It rained the next morning! Well, we were on the Atlantic coast and something had to wash away the volcanic cloud. Too wet for golf!Nothing for it but a visit to St Patrick's Chapel and its round tower* and then off to Donegal Castle*. The site was originally a Viking fort (circa 9th century) and the castle towerhouse was built around 1200. It is beautifully restored and within the Banqueting Hall an elaborately scupltured mid 17th C. fireplace,regarded as on of the finest of its kind in Ireland. I shan't go into details about the Garderobe. All the effort of climbing the "trip" spiral staircase required refuelling - time for more food - so it had to be the Abbey Hotel.

ps: sorry no photos, I can't seem to upload them on this computer!

Prison

2010-04-18T13:38:00.001-07:00

Castle

2010-04-14T10:47:00.000-07:00

Paedar is a gem. He seems to know all the places to visit. We had lunch at the Arlington Carvery and for such a litle chap he has an enormous appetite, viz the laden plate*.
Dinner was at Chapter One, the only Michelin graded restaurant in Dublin. Paedar was so anxious he waited for the padlock to be unlocked.*
The visit to Dublin castle was a delight. It looked magnificent and is kept in excellent condition. I was impressed with one of my favourite pieces of furniture - the chandeliers*. They were pristine, even the giant bronze one*. They are cleaned one a month and are meticulously dismantl;ed for the cleaning. St Patrick's Hall and the State corridor were most impressive.
Down into the depths to view the remains of the Norman walls and moat, then to Fishamble Street for the 268th anniversary of the first performance of Handel's Messiah. Excerpts were peformed by "Our Lady,s Choral Society" with giuest soloist Scott Scanlon. Conductor was Proinnsias O,Duinn, with accompaniment from the National Sinfonia. This performance took place in the street - (as at the premiere ladies removed their hoops, and men their swords) - and the sight of evangelical hands being raised in salutation at each mention of the word Halleujah! was indeed a revelation. Onto a tour of St Patricks cathedral.Church of Irelsand), ancient standards and tombs, Jonathan Swift's death mask etc - by then it was time for more food - a meal at Darkey Kelly's brothel! Veritae!

Boyne valley

2010-04-13T00:59:00.000-07:00

Up and out at 9am for a trip to the Boyne valley at 10am in glorious sunshine. First stop was at Monasterboice, site of the largest Celtic cross* in Ireland, and also the ruins of one of the monastic towers. These monastic settlements were the birth of the city state and existed until the french Cistertian monks and their monastries collected the independent settlements into more organised communities. The next stop was the hilly town of Drogheda, site of OlIver Cromwell's notorious slaughter of the inhabitants, some of whom were offered the choice of being hanged or going to destitute Connemara on the west coast. "Hell or Connaught!" was his verdict. Then on to the Boyne valley, site of the war between James Second and William of Orange. (who was responsible for the massive importations of cheap gin to England. As George Bernard Shaw's Eliza informs us "t'was the gin that done her in" Then the World Heritage site of Newgrange*. This Neolithic passage grave is over 5000 years old, being built before the pyramids. The prehistory monument is unique in the world and the burial chamber was a revelation. Complete with bats! I sha'n't go into detais about the summer soltice, first rays of sunlight etc etc. Next was the Hill of Tara, home of the Kings of Ireland and Michael's dellightful bookshop. A most delightful day!.
ps I have had some enquiries as to how Dominic* is enjoying the trip. Let me tell you he is ecstatic and has been spoiled rotten! He is to meet up with his cousin Peadar in a couple of days so no doubt they will have a lot talk about, but for those concerned - he is fine!

Wicklow

2010-04-11T09:05:00.000-07:00

Another glorious fine day and off to Wicklow - just the day for it. Up into the mountains, snow still evident, then through the Wicklow Gap and to Glenalough, the 6th century monastic settlement and ruins of six churches. The round tower (St Kevin's chimney)is still in good condition and the historic graveyard goes back to the Viking invasion of the 4th Century. It was a little too strenuous to climb up to se the lakes so went to the hotel for lunch and fortification. Yes, food time, but modestly just a massive roast beef sandwich. Visitied the hand weaving at Avco and the little village that was used for the BBC series Ballykissangel. No desire to visit the site of Mel Gibson's Braveheart filming.

Dublin

2010-04-08T09:44:00.000-07:00

....and so to Dublin. Capital of Ireland with over a population of 1.5 million. Hotel was on the south side of the river and was conveniently adjacent to the Abbey and Gate Theatres. Sightseeing was of course de rigeur.. The Medieval exhibition depicting the foundation of Dublin from pre Viking days up to the present, was excellent, Christ church and its incredivble crypt, St Patricks, with tales of Jonathan Swift's stint as dean, Bram Stoker's heritage, Phoenix Park, second largest in Europe and its senstional zoo. The Liffey river and its bridges, and celebrated O'Connell Street celebrating the difficult birth pangs of the republic. Yes, I did see the trollop with the scallops, and of course there was food. Department store Clearys was venue for a distinguished afternoon tea, and Flannigans lived up to Tom Clancy's "Patriot Games" recommendation. Beef and Guiness Pie followed by Bread and Butter Pudding with whipped cream! Theatre? 'Les Liasons Dangereaux at the Gate and a presentation of Macbeth at the Abbey. No, no performance of the Messiah was planned but I did see the G.F. Handel store. Weather has been very kind to this old man.

Baskett

2010-04-05T06:12:00.000-07:00

History

2010-04-04T10:59:00.000-07:00

The world of literature is indebted to the people of the Baskett island.T. They wrote of Island people living on the very edge of Europe, and brought to life the topography, life and times of their Island. They wrote all of their stories in the Irish language.
The Blasket Island community declined as a result of the persistent emigration of its young people, until eventually the Island was abandoned in 1953 when only 22 inhabitants remained and eventually became inhabited and now belongs to the National Trust. It was home to many famous writiers incoluding Peig Sayers and was visited and written about by Robin Flowers and gave inspiration to John Synge. (My first actin role was Christy MacMahon in Synge's Playboy of the western World). It was inctredible that the island inhabitants, who neither read nor wrote, were encouraged to become some fine writers and influenced greatly so much of Europe's literature.
Locally, the Great Blasket was called simply the Island, or more formally, the Western (or Great) Island. The Blasket Islanders themselves referred to the other Islands as the Lesser Blaskets. In the past the whole group of Islands was referred to as Ferriter's Islands. From the end of the 13th Century the Ferriter family leased the Islands from the Earls of Desmond, and from Sir Richard Boyle after the dispossession of the Desmond Geraldines at the end of the 16th Century. They retained a castle there, at Rinn an Chaisleáin (Castle Point) in the lower village. There are no physical remains of that castle because the stones were carried off to build the Protestant soup-school in 1840. The same school was closed down in 1852 after the ravages of the Great Famine.
The last of the Ferriters to control the Blaskets was the poet and rebel chieftain, Captain Piaras Feirtéar. He was hanged at Cnocán na gCaorach in Killarney in 1653, after he and his followers were defeated at Ross Castle nearby. Then Killarney - with its beautiful lakes and mountains,has in its St Marys Catherdral a replica of the Salsbury Cathedral.
Food - of course. lt was lunch at Dingle at Harrington's fish restaurant. Whtiing was my choice and once again I was replete. Didn't go to see the dolphins though.
This was an appropriate prelude to Easter Sunday. Rather than a bountiful basket of chocolates, unlile little Gryffon, it was a church service in Gaelic, followed by one in Latin at St Peters,, then one in English at St SAugustines.. A brief respiute at Le Chateau, Cork's oldest bar, and then wreath laying at the Memorial and march to St Fin Bar's cemetery for the wreath layings and speeches commemorating the Easter uprising of 1916 in an attempt to obtain freedom from pervidious Albion. A pub meal at Flannerys and a soak in a hot bath. Shouldn't have any trouble on the way back as the titanoium in my hips should have worn out!

cork encore!

2010-04-03T22:54:00.000-07:00

The Cork English market is one of the oldest of its kind. Trading as a market since 1788, it pre-dates most of the other markets like it. Indeed, Barcelona's famous Boqueria market did not start until 80 years after The English Market first started to serve the people of Cork. It has survived the Famine, revolutions, wars, fire and economic decline.
The Market has adapted down through the years and now offers a larger range of produce than it did in times past.
The market has a cornucopia of exotic fruits, vegetables and meats; tastes and flavours to cater for the most disciminating palate. Butchers sell their own produce,vegeatbles and fruit, poultry of all kinds, as well as a variety of eggs. Delicious breads and cakes, and of course handmade chocolates! Initially the only stall holders permitted in the market had to swear allegiance to the British crown. All others were delegated to the open air market.
The Farmhouse cafe upstairs is a delight. My lunch of tripe and disheen, followed by bread and butter pudding with lashing of cream nearly caused me to roll down the stairs into the fountain! I doubt I will starve in this city of cafes,restaurants,and bars.
I was asked why the previous blog was 'Venice of the West' . The central city is built up on 14 islands and has 30 bridges and is surrounded by a divided river Lee,rather like the Isle de France. QED

Food

2010-04-01T05:52:00.000-07:00

A lovely sunny day and a trip to Cobh. Descending to the harbour on the left was the magnificent St Colmans. A stunning exqample of gothic architecture crafted by italian stonemasons. Its prominent position makes i9t visible by all approaching and departing ships and would have been tnhe last view for the 2.5 million people (of the 6 million) who departed from Ireland in search of a new and better life. It was the last port of call for the Titanic and was the nearets port where the search for survivors for the ill fated Lusitania took place. It is one of the finest natural harbours in the world tohether with Wellington,Sydney, and San Francisco. The park walk and wharf were enhanced by the presence of a visiting Polish 'tall ship" but these visualo delights were superseded by tea,fresh scones enveloped in raspberry jam and lashings of cream at the Commodore hotel.
Then it was off to Ballycotton and the cooking school and wonderful examples of local cuisine. Luncheon on the coast at Ballmaloe was a delight and then back to Cork.

Cork

2010-03-31T08:11:00.000-07:00

The day of departure finally arrived and the trip to the airport was unevenfull. Unlike my experience at customs whence I was subjected to everthing except an anal probe. My titanium hips were not appreciated. Royal Thai airlines were efficient. The 747 ascended! The trolley dollies were busy, food was good as was the choice of TV. I watched three films, "Vertigo" (always great), "The Talented Mr Ripley", ( I love it when evil wins), and the "Inglorious Basterds" (Typical Tarantino). The 747 from Bangkok to London was strange. Seats were like upright sarcophagai, and when the sleeping bodies were streched out, covered in blankets and subdued lighting, it was reminiscent of being in a morgue - as I sometimes am of course.

Heathrow must be its own country - to be avoided at all costs। I think it was designed by Daedelus, and yes, there is a Minatour। Two decades, and several miles later the Aer Lingus plane was visible and in no time Cork airport met us। An ovation had been arranged।
After a delicious lunch at the historic (1801) Victoria Hotel it was out to explore in the warm spring sunshine. Oliver Plunkett Street, the Grand Parade, Bishop Lucy Park and St Augustine's church. (Plain box like shape, being built when the English would not allow the Catholic churches to show any overt sign of their faith). Over the bridge and watched the fast flowing River Lee, up Bryan Boru Street, the gothic style Presbyterian church, the Romanesque St Patrick's and finally capped the day with Thomas' "Hamlet" at the Cork Opera House. Regrettable box like facade, rebuilt after the 1956 fire.

Heat and Dust

2010-03-21T21:04:00.000-07:00

The time to fly is imminent. Advice has been pouring in from all directions and this concerted effort from friends*will launch me if nothing else does.

One of the farewell occasions was catching up with the latest gossip from Joy* and Steve* upon yesterday’s delightfully sunny and tranquil afternoon at the neighbourhood seaside resort. Remember ‘Gossip is the little red dress running in advance of the truth”!

I am reluctant to leave behind my first aubergine of the season but regretfully cannot take it with me. My suitcase is already a gallimaufry of various products for ingestion. The freedom of travel is still something to enjoy although the homogenisation of the world’s people is, in my opinion, never to occur. ‘ Vive la différence!”

One of my last ventures this week was catching up on the Metropolitan Opera’s telecast of their Carmen.

Opera has travelled a long way from the ‘park and bark’ operatic productions whence the diva ruled. Now we have the producer in charge and Richard Eyre as come up with a winner. Daliesque sets from Rob Howell and ballet bites during the first and third prelude by chorographer Christopher (who is Ulanova? Wheeldon. Good for the ballet aficionados but it made me think of Jeanmaire and Plisetskaya’s Carmens. Who wants to stare at a closed curtain anyhow?

Even the chandeliers had taken fright and as if dipped in James Joyce’s ‘scrotum tightening sea” ascended to the ceiling. Elina Garancia* was en excellent Carmen with Roberto Alagna singing Don Jose. Teddy Tahu Rhodes* was the Escamilio and Barbara Frittoli a gutsy Micaëla. ConductorYannick Séguin gave an energetic reading of the score. A Carmen for this century.

A lovely way to pass time!

Autumnal thoughts

2010-03-12T13:31:00.000-08:00

Shades of mme Chaminade - autumn approaches. Tmperatures have dropped by 5 degrees, the disc of Akhanaton is lazier in arising and pemeture in departure. Ugh! yet here I am contemplating a trip to a land of current 6 degrees!

It was a delight to catch up with Patricia and Anna,and enoy Rogin’s company. A delightful luncheon and animated scintillating conversation One of the advatages in being master of one’s own time is the indulgent of every whim. If i want a four hour luncheon then it is mine. Time to inger and explore every topic which springs to mind. triggers of thoughts generating a rapid pizzicato of tumbling thoughts in a quartet of sound to rival Sr Verdi.

Anna’s gift of encapsulated sunshine from the eastern coast was concentrated in a wonderful variety of medal winningcheeses-TeMata’s ash rubbed Brie,, their Port Aburiri Brie and a delightful Mt Erin White rinded goat’s milk Cheese. How we have progressed from the post second world war years of nothing other than three varieties of cheddar and packeted processed cheese. The timid ,and short lived introduction of brie and camembert, limited cottage immigrant industries of Liptaur,cottage,feta and cream cheese. Importations of parmesan blocks, bel paese, and catrwheeles of Emmentaler encased in metal.

The department of agriculture wanting to confiscate italian salami because they learned it contained donkey meat, Patede Foie Gras taxed as porcelain because of it’s container. Now the flood gates have opened, “kiwifruit” (Chinese Gooseberries renamed by Graham Kerr) from Italy, peaches from Spain, fish from Vietnam!

I salivate. time for lunch again!

Life is great!

2010-03-02T16:01:00.000-08:00

Life in the country is a tranquil affair. There s plenty to do but haste does not fit into the vocabulary. When travelling it is wise to have appropriate CD’s on hand, perhaps even a favourite book, as there can be unexpected delays. Today was a casual shopping trip to the beach resort* whence it was time to smell the coffee. An amble through shopping aisle in wonderment at the panoply of pre prepared foods. Doesn’t anyone cook anymore? Suffice no doubt to watch the plethora of food/cooking programmes on TV and consqeuntly feast by osmosis. I survived a shower of rain, didn’t melt, and looked forward to relaxing at home -but -sheep had to be loaded onto the truck so consequently a blocked road*. Time to listen to the tuis and magpies, the occasional sighting of a pheasant and to watch the venison* on hoof. What was the rush? Life is wonderful!

More exciting for me than the news that Canada defeated the USA in the ice hockey Olympic match –(they now want pole dancing included!!) was the news that the colossal red granite head of Amenhotep III * was discovered in his funerary temple of the Kom El -Hettan area on Luxor's West Bank. This follows the news that Tutankhamen was definitely the son of Akhenaten and grandson of Amenhotep 111. I have always had an affinity and respect for Akhenaten. Firstly because his body looks so much like mine, and of course for the founding of what was probably the first monotheist religion. John Feeney would have been thrilled with the discovery of the missing head. Herewith John’s photo of the Memnoun Colossi in Luxor*.