Acting and Prose, to explore the emotional expression, body language and articulation in speech.
Andrew Beaumont, reciting Everyone Sang; S. Sassoon accompanied by Marc Masson, Schumann Opus 89 Nr 2
Performance in the Belgian Embassy, London,
5th July 2016
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on – on – and out of sight.
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
drifted away . . . O but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
Poem: Siegfried Sassoon
Music: The Modern Jazz Quartett and John Lewis - Skylark
When Things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and debts are high,
And you want to smile but have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won if he'd stuck it out,
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You might succeed with another blow.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown,
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
Music Bill Evans - My Foolish Heart
My new computer's quite the gift
And one I truly covet -
With all the latest features
Who could help but love it
I'll surf the net at breakneck speed
As if I'm in a race
There is no end to what I'll do
Launched in cyberspace
My new computer's quite the joy
I'ii savor dusk till dawn
Now all I need to find is
The switch that turns it on!
Low-Tech Computing , Vernon Waring
A wife hit her husband with a frying pan
“What was that for?! Said he
“I found this paper in your pocket,
It’s got the name Jenny on it, see!”
“Oh that. I put a bet on a race last week,
Jenny was the name of my horse.” He said
Next day his wife, armed with frying pan again
Said “Now buddy you are dead”
He said “What now, woman..
Are you still on that moan?”
His wife said: “Yes, I bloody am!!!
And by the way, your horse is on the phone!”
Frying pan wife, Clyde Andrews
Music Agua de Beber, Astrud Gilberto