Ah, Master William Shakespeare, who died four hundred years ago, as of today… The man who went about promising immortality – or at least eternal fame – to fair youths, through his poetry… Although, as it turned out, it meant that the poetry, and not the youth’s name, would be read by eyes not yet created and rehearsed by tongues to be. Our own, for instance, four centuries later.

Because here we are, reading, and rehearsing, and admiring, and asking questions, and translating, and staging, and doubting, and if you say “theatre”, most people will picture in their mind Hamlet with the skull, or Romeo climbing Juliet’s balcony… Continue reading →