The Velveteen Rabbit (Edfringe collection)

A sweet, sad story

of one rabbit’s way: journey

from velvet to ‘real’.

Backhand Theatre with C theatre

C eca, until 27 August

http://www.edfringe.com/whats-on/childrens-shows/velveteen-rabbit

A Strange Wild Song (Edfringe collection)

Three boys, pyjamas,

wooden swords – a story told

in heartfelt fragments;

each movement precise

and perfect, funny and sweet,

beautiful and sad.

Rhum and Clay Theatre Company

Bedlam, until 25 August

http://www.edfringe.com/whats-on/dance-and-physical-theatre/strange-wild-song

A Little Princess (Edfringe collection)

Lovely, tragic tale;

in the face of cruelty,

the magic of dreams.

Belt Up

C-nova, until 27 August

http://www.edfringe.com/whats-on/theatre/belt-up-theatre-s-a-little-princess

After the Rainfall (Edfringe collection)

In the darkness, tracks

are washed away. In real life

that never happens.

curious directive
Pleasance Dome, until 27 August

http://www.edfringe.com/whats-on/theatre/after-the-rainfall

Timon of Athens

Suited and starched,

encircled by leopard friends

and champagne waiters.

From slick to hobo

he plumbs the depths, the bombsite

of his assumptions.

 

 

Timon of Athens plays at the National Theatre until 31 October

http://www.nationaltheatre.org.uk/shows/timon-of-athens 

Jack the Ripper’s London

5 July

Crow Theatre

I’m not the tourist type, I don’t like crowds

or sharing my adventures with a mob,

but this is different. Victoria, our guide,

leads us astray down alleyways,

her black umbrella bobbing up ahead.

Quickly we leave the sun and crowds

of London Bridge behind and slip

into a darker place beneath a railway arch,

black and uneven, dank and dripping.

There’s something here to see, a space,

a wall he might have written on,

but then, before we half expect, like Alice

falling headlong in another world,

we step into another century. Another city.

Poor and fetid, rancid and rat-ridden, urchins

and inn keepers on every side, street hawks

and prostitutes. There’s a woman in threadbare velvet

on my arm, a boy under my feet, a man

leading my boyfriend off into the dark.

And now a street brawl, yells and punches,

a girl getting pushed around, a man in grubby overalls

breathing gin down our necks.

Into the pub. A sing song. A bit rowdy

but what d’you expect. They’re petrified.

These murders, see. Them girls. Those bodies.

Enough to make you faint, or scream, or down your drink

and run away into the dark, dark night.

Another gin. A speech. A song. Where did she go?

She’s gone. Who was that man with hair and eyes so black

he could have stepped straight out of hell,

a grim Tim Burton fantasy if ever there was one.

At last, sated with murder and an age old story,

fingers black with dirt and coal dust,

ears full of old music hall songs

and eyes fresh with a glimpse of another age,

we stumble out, delighted

with our escape, our survival, our luck.
 

Jack the Ripper's London, by Crow Theatre, 

performed in the tunnels underneath London Bridge Station

Various performance dates in 2012:

http://www.crowtheatre.co.uk/site/our_shows/jack-the-rippers-london/index.htm

home:scape

Tara Arts

02 July

Dancing, music, space;

darkness and suitcases.

Beautiful and on the brink

of something deep.

I wish I knew those words

and what it might all mean.

 

home:scape runs at Tara Arts until 4 July 

Further tour dates to be announced

http://www.homescapeproject.org/