Spectacol Marisol

José Rivera a fost în România! Am avut ocazia de a sta de vorbă cu autorul piesei noastre și i-am povestit și despre voi, publicul nostru receptiv!

It's a wrap!
Mulțumim tuturor celor care au fost alături de noi, în public sau în spatele scenei în aceste luni! O să ne fie tare dor!

Ne pregătim pentru spectacolul de Gală! Ultima reprezentație a spectacolului Marisol în cadrul Galei Absolvenților UNATC - astăzi, de la ora 16,00

Dacă nu ați reușit să îi vedeți încă, astăzi vă mai puteți întâlni cu Lenny și Marisol în PENULTIMUL nostru SPECTACOL

*** ora 19:00, Palatul Copiilor, sala Cotescu, intrare libera ***

June: „Încă un cataclism ca ăsta și mă duc dracu' acasă!”
Ne pregătim de spectacol! „Marisol” - azi, ora 19:00, la sala Cotescu de la Palatul Copiilor, București!

Miercuri, 4 iunie, ora 19:00, Sala Octavian Cotescu, Palatul Național al Copiilor, București.

"Darkness" by Lord Byron (read by Tom O'Bedlam) Some end of the world prophesies here: http://www.endoftheworld2012.net/ Paintings: http://apocalypse2011.com/tag/signs-of-the-apocalypse Guide to surviving ...

Piesele apocaliptice și post-apocaliptice sunt ultima modă la New York (vezi „Mr. Burns”) - așa că suntem în trend! Fascinația și teroarea Apocalipsei i-au dat dintotdeauna frisoane omului, influențând creația culturală a fiecărei epoci. Iată o poezie despre Apocalipsă din perioada romantică, „Întuneric”, poezie scrisă de Byron, care surprinde foarte bine întunericul din „Marisol”... (deși nu intenționăm să trecem cu vederea farmecul comic din „Marisol”). Nu am găsit o traducere bună, așa că vă lăsăm să vă bucurați de poezie în engleză. Și vă așteptăm la spectacol!

Recitată:
http://youtu.be/5uN5btgxsfI

De citit:

DARKNESS

BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.

"Darkness" by Lord Byron (read by Tom O'Bedlam) Some end of the world prophesies here: http://www.endoftheworld2012.net/ Paintings: http://apocalypse2011.com/tag/signs-of-the-apocalypse Guide to surviving ...

Vă așteptăm la ultimele spectacole „Marisol” din stagiunea UNATC, pe 27 și 28 mai (marți și miercuri), 4 iunie (miercuri) de la ora 19:00, la Palatul Copiilor, sala Cotescu. ULTIMUL SPECTACOL va fi prezentat în cadrul GALEI ABSOLVENȚILOR, JOI 26 IUNIE, ora 16:00!

... 3 ore până la spectacolul din această seară, vă așteptăm!

Povestea noastră începe cu o crosă de golf. Te așteptăm pe 12 și pe 13 aprilie să vezi continuarea

Vă mulțumim pentru acest weekend și pentru că ați fost alături de noi în număr atât de mare! Vom fi din nou pe scenă în aprilie!

Încotro în weekend? Hai la , pe 15 sau pe 16 martie!