Dónall Dempsey (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)
What...relish...is this...how runs the stream? (for Miss S)
the open air
From the open air production of TWELFTH NIGHT last night...this June 13th at Regent's Park.
I adore all the non actors...butterflies and moths caught in a spotlight...a pigeon swoops across a front row and steals the audience's interest...each feather perfect and clear seen so near. And my favourtie of the night...what relish is this...the Bard's words metamorphising into a clutch of starlings that stole my heart and became these words.
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