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    October 2007

    October 28, 2007

    Seven for the seven stars in the sky

    Or seven for the Seventh World Congress, in Unity Theatre's parody of Green Grow the Rushes O, that we used to sing when I was a young thing. The line refers to the Seventh Congress of the Comintern, at which the popular front strategy was launched. There is also a variant line, 'seven for the stars on Connolly's plough', a reference to the starry plough flag of the Irish Citizen Army.

    I keep running out of the main blog, but will briefly record here that yesterday I completed the Beachy Head marathon for the fourth time. This was my seventh marathon overall, and the last few miles are over the Seven sisters and Beachy Head. More details here: http://tomroper.typepad.com/marathon2005/

    The link to the Unity Theatre above is to their Wikipedia entry. The Unity Theatre Trust's website at http://www.unitytheatre.org.uk/ seems unavailable.

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    October 25, 2007

    OCLC report: Sharing, Privacy and Trust in Our Networked World

    OCLS's new report Sharing, Privacy and Trust in Our Networked World goes to the top of my reading list, all 280 pages and 8.69 MB of it.

    October 23, 2007

    How to get shot on the tube

    Last Friday's Guardian reported that the police thought that Jean Charles de Menezes, the innocent Brazilian shot as a terrorist in 2005, was behaving suspiciously because he was 'nervous and agitated, texting, talking on a mobile phone and getting on and off a bus'. From my memory of twenty-five years of living and working in London, that sounds like entirely normal commuter behaviour to me.

    October 21, 2007

    Cesarewitch Day

    I didn't write these up yesterday. No winners, a couple of places.
    Newmarket 205: Cesare
    Newmarket 240: Raven's Pass
    Newmarket 315: Notnowcato
    Cheltenham 330: Comply or Die
    Newmarket 355: Samurai Way
    Newmarket 430: Missit

    October 19, 2007

    Medea in opera

    Nothing is so annoying as when a post that is maturing in one' s mind is pre-empted by someone else, as an idea for writing about Medea in opera, inspired the illustration I used for my review of the Cambridge Greek play, was by Andrew Huth in the Guardian. Oddly, he doesn't mention Charpentier's opera.

    October 17, 2007

    Frogmore

    When I came to work at the Sussex Language Institute and saw copies of the Frogmore Papers for sale, I thought it must be the journal of a Queen Victoria fan-club, Frogmore being her mausoleum. I quickly discovered that it was instead named after the Frogmore Tea Rooms in Folkestone, where Jeremy Page founded the journal. Praised this summer in the Guardian, it now celebrates its 25th anniversary and 70th issue, and I went to one of the birthday events last night to hear six poets read: Ros Barber, Clare Best, Ian Caws, Judith Kazantzis, Rachel Playforth and Catherine Smith. I enjoyed everything, but above all Rachel's poems, and Catherine Smith's too, especially her epiphany at Clacket Lane Services (though why the westbound side?). I find poetry readings difficult; I miss the words on the page, but if I had been a contemporary of Sappho, Alcaeus and Archilochus I would not have had that luxury, so I must learn to listen. There are more Frogmore events in London on Monday 22 October at the Troubadour and at the Lewes Live Literature festival on 28 October.

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    October 15, 2007

    The Medea

    Medea'Jacob knew no more Greek than served him to stumble through a play'.

    Woolf, Virgina Jacob's Room London: Hogarth Press, 1945

    It is a considerable achievement to mount a production of a classical Greek tragedy in the original language, and to sell every seat in the house; even more so if the cast, all amateurs, are not exclusively classicists; and, if some of the key roles are given to non-classicists, and if those non-classicists combine understanding of the words and the drama as did Medea, a neuro-scientist, Jason a medical student, and the messenger, an astrophysicist, in the Cambridge Greek Play, Euripides' Medea, which I saw at its Friday matinée performance, then it is something rare.
    This was the fortieth Greek play, in a tradition that goes back to the 1880s, but only the second time Medea has been performed. In a long and distinguished history, all sorts of people have been involved: Ralph Vaughan Williams wrote the music for the Wasps, Humphrey Jennings, an old boy of my school, designed the set, as once did Gwen Raverat, who, by one of those coincidences that fascinate me, I mentioned to my companion as I showed her round Cambridge before the play and we walked past the house where Period Piece was set.
    Annie Casteldine, the director, set the play in 1912. Five years before that, in 1907, Gilbert Murray's translation, produced by Harley Granville-Barker at the Savoy Theatre in London, came just at the time that the struggle for women's suffrage was gathering momentum after the general election of the previous year. For the background, see Emily Hall's article below. So the chorus dress as suffragettes, and smoke cigarettes, Jason, Creon and Aegeus are dressed as naval officers, Creon in a bath-chair evokes Clifford Chatterley, and the nurse and paedagogue as a Edwardian nurse and governess;  Medea's and the messenger's costumes are more classical.
    Medea was splendid. She is on stage, or heard offstage, throughout the play. The chorus were fantastic, with impeccable diction. The language sounded beautiful, its musicality to my ear so much more emotional than the formal Latin of public oratory,  the only time most of use hear either  of the languages of the classical era spoken. I am no judge, but an international cast all spoke Greek that sounded far finer than my faltering Anglicized effort. Both my companion and I have been learning Greek for several years, though sporadically, and we would have been sunk without the sur-titles. We could follow well enough to know when the sur-titles compressed the text or when, at one point, they fell behind the actors progress through the lines.
    The music, played by an on-stage trio of oboe, harp and percussion, sounded for the most part Greek, but occasionally music from the period of the production intruded, the chorus singing Parry's Jerusalem at one point, and at another something that I think must have been Dame Ethel Smyth's March of the Women. This incongruity caused a few giggles among the young audience.
    I last saw a performance at the Arts in the early 1970s. I was disappointed the that the golden masks of tragedy and comedy which used to hang above the stage, and diverted the infant me during the dull passages of many a pantomime, were no longer there but there was no need for distractions,  though the performance lasted nearly two hours without an interval.
    I left resolved to see as much Greek drama in the original as I can, either in person, or in recordings,.
    In the forty performances so far, Aeschylus scores six plays, Aristophanes and Euripides both have had eleven, but the winer with twelve is Sophocles. Clever statisticians among you can adjust these figures to allow for the variations in surviving plays by these dramatists. Top play, with five performances, is Aristophanes' The Birds, with Oedipus Tyrannus in second place and Sophocles' Electra and Euripides' The Bacchae in joint third place.
    Hall, Edith Medea and British Legislation before the First World War Greece & Rome, Vol. 46, No. 1. (April 1999), pp. 42-77 (institutional subscription required for electronic version)

    Image, a frontispiece from CESAR, the Calendrier électronique des spectacles  sous l’ancien régime et sous la révolution to an edition of Medée, the opera by Marc-Antoine Charpentier, with libretto by Thomas Corneille, younger brother of the more famous Pierre.

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    October 13, 2007

    Ascot, Bangor and York

    Ascot 2.20: Red Gala
    Ascot 3.00: Ibn Khaldun
    York 3.10: Major Eazy
    Bangor 3.25: The King of Angels

    October 11, 2007

    A la recherche du Tom perdu

    Cimg0351_2 As country mouse, I went to town today, to two exhibitions, both highly evocative of my childhood, the Royal Society of Medicine's Treasures from the Libraries and Collections of Gentlemen’s Clubs and Learned Societies in London at which I saw the Emperor penguin (Aptenodites Forsteri) pictured here. This penguin is on loan from the Army and Navy Club where, I was pleased to learn, he is looked after by his own veterinary officer, Major P N Skelton-Stroud, late of the Royal Army Veterinary Corps. As a small boy, living on the same street in Cambridge as the Scott Polar Research Institute's museum, I often admired their stuffed Emperor penguin who, when I first saw him, must have been about as big as me. To my over-literal child's mind, the statue of a naked man in front of the building, intended to convey Scott's self-sacrifice, made me wonder why he had gone somewhere so cold without any clothes. There are many treasures to be seen in the exhibition, which runs until 25 October. I very much enjoyed the exhibits from the Athenaeum and the Travellers' Club, and some mementoes of Alexis Soyer from the Reform Club, where he was chef, and whence comes the name of the dish, lamb cutlets reform. Then I went to the Royal Academy to see the tercentenary exhibition of the Society of Antiquaries, Making History: Antiquaries in Britain 1707-2007, an impressive study of the importance of physical evidence in history, of objects and their interpretation through art. This stirred childhood memories too: in the very first room was a copy of Thomas Browne's Hydriotaphia or Urn Burial, as well as works by Camden and Aubrey.; When I was about eight or nine years old I found in the attic of my childhood home a 1686 edition of Browne's complete works, and would spend many afternoons up there reading. I think my favorite was Pseudodixia or vulgar Errors. How could one not enjoy a chapter called Of the pissing of Toads, of the stone in their head, and of the generation of Frogs? There is plenty here to please the heraldically minded schoolboy, for, like many at that age,; I was fascinated by and studied heraldry, even, when I had exhausted what the public library could offer me on the subject,; pestering my father to take me with him to Cambridge's University Library so I could consult their collection.; The start and finish of the Neolithic marathon that I ran earlier this year are well represented here, for both Stonehenge and Avebury were popular objects of study for antiquaries. The final room is particularly impressive, concentrating on Stonehenge and showing it as portrayed by artists such as Turner and Constable, as well as Inigo Jones. There are also some illustrations of the site for children's books from the 1950s on display, by Alan Sorrell, which seemed very familiar; I wonder if they might have appeared in Look and Learn, which I read voraciously as a boy. There's also an impressive genealogical scroll, tracing the lineage of Henry VI back to Adam, and Eve; there are brass-rubbings, studies of burial mounds, cathedral drawings, a copy of the Bayeux tapestry, much on Maiden Castle including some film of Mortimer Wheeler's excavations, and a room devoted to Pugin, Morris, and Burne-Jones, for the Society owns Kelmscott Manor.

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    October 09, 2007

    Steven Pinker

    Stuffofthought I heard Steven PInker speak last night, and his speech was rich and fast, and defied reporting. His disquisition on the psychology of swearing was pure delight, as was his discussion of the predominance of Steves in his age-group, mentioned à propos of project Steve. He made me think about prepositions and tenses, which I've always found difficult. I did wonder about one thing, though: he said that prepositions are binary, that is to say, on/off, to/from. I think they're more complicated, at least I think that's why I've always had trouble with them in foreign languages, particularly in German and Greek. Here, for connoisseurs of aischrologia, is an article of his in The New Republic: Why we curse: What the F***?:

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