Theatre Delicatessen, 35 Marylebone High Street
28 May
Marylebone is bright
and gleaming
on a long, hot evening
in May,
and 35 is just another
number, glass
and chrome, until
inside you find your way
into a stranger city;
darker, down the
stairs
into a bunker, beds of
sand bags,
lines of benches
and a long mess table,
pictures and playing
cards.
Here is the sound of
shells
and men shouting,
diving for cover,
screaming, gunfire,
rain.
Here is laughter and
music,
brawling and beer,
flowers
and a case of tennis
balls.
Here again are old
friends and old stories,
old men and young,
young men willing
their way
into a war. And here
we watch
as though this thing
is theatre,
although at times it
feels like something else,
something with light
and sound
that ring like
clarity, unlooked-for thoughts
and moments of sudden
sense.
There is a power here in
shared experience,
a deeper thing than
greed and lust
and loss; here is
mankind’s belief
in his incarnate right,
so strong
it won’t admit anything
else.
Henry V will run at Theatre Delicatessen until 30 June