Tell me all about it

28 Sep

The Counsellor says “Tell me all about it”

How can I explain the turmoil that is my mind?
I can say nothing coherent,
Just go on seeking remnants of my loss.
He was me and I was him,
He was the fact of my existence.
Since he has gone my world is fiction
Splintered
Veering between moods and experiences.
Nothing stable
Like walking on the rim of an earthquake
Shifting sands – nothing true.
How does one get re-rooted in fact?
How rediscover the balance in life?

In the gym you can stand on a wobble board
Dipping forwards, backwards left or right
Its conquest allows you to cross
uneven, treacherous land without falling
But a hole hidden by tarpaulin
made me crash to the ground.
outside the hospital

I can withstand the ups and downs of life
wobbles from front to back and side to side
But not the trip that was my downfall
Outside the Royal Free
Nor the death of the person
the one that used to be me.

.ALINE WAITES March 24th 2006
updated September 2016

September 28

28 Sep

Yesterday I went to an FEU training session on bogging, run by the ‘Roguishly Handsome’ William Gallagher. Of course I’ve been doing it all wrong but I am hoping that the lessons have been learned and this will be an example of my future prowess.

The first thing to do this morning was to work on She That Plays the Queen a little, having at last had it read – by Janet Locke of course – and she has made suggestions about some of the names and minor characters involved , linking them up with characters from A Thing Called Joe – hoping for and imagining – probably foolishly –  little cries of recognition from future readers.  So we have put in Fiona Cooper as one of the understudies in Jessica’s first big opportunity and Joe Tully as the piano player who helps her through the numbers.

Of course, there have also been many thoughts about H.B and that is something that needs a great deal of contemplation before it can be started. I have also discussed this with Janet who thinks it must be a musical. But our Star wanted it to be a film – a musical would be too exhausting at his age – is what he said. So I think we shall have to decide on  something to start with. Maybe a straight play – but it would lose a lot not having the chorus girls – or a radio play – more difficult to get put on, but one could use existing songs to illustrate the story. I am lucky to have so much information about H.B especially from his ‘bloggist’ and also a copy of the long speech. It should work, but I am at a loss to know where to start.

I hope this will suffice as a blog for the moment. Having nothing personal to talk about – except of course the ceiling which is being built with huge rectangles of wood – I hope they don’t fall down. That would cause a lot of damage. Will wait and trust.

 

 

A THING CALLED JOE by Aline Waites

27 Sep

An often  humorous, highly unusual love story combining laughter, betrayal, despair and death. Everything in fact that makes life worth living.

Joe Tully, indomitable and a staunch individualist, has spent an adventurous and somewhat hectic life around the world as a professional musician, accompanying vocalists both classical and jazz. Now he is seventy-five and had found himself back in London and pushed into sheltered accommodation by his unsympathetic son-in-law. He spends his time smoking pot, swearing at his cat and reluctantly getting to grips with modern technology. A chance encounter with an old friend recalls the turbulent romances o his youth in swinging London and  he is forced to confront and perhaps understand the events responsible for his current situation.

A Thing Called Joe explores our hero’s heady past and his hopeful present.

Available from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com

 

 

In the bar of a Tokyo Hotel

13 Apr

IN THE BAR OF A TOKYO HOTEL

BY TENNESSEE WILLIAMS

AT THE CHARING CROSS THEATRE

Despite the fact that this play is set in Tokyo we are still in Tennessee Williams country. Not a complaint, simply an observation.

It involves a Williams style love-hungry woman, Miriam who feels she has been sacrificed to the life chosen by her husband Mark. He lives for his art  – and that is something she is unable to share with him.

It is a painful play where we are not allowed to love the characters though they are incurably vulnerable. We can pity Miriam, trapped in her marriage to Mark, a successful painter who has recently discovered ‘colour’ and shows this by rolling naked on a paint sprayed canvas ( a reference to Jackson Pollack perhaps?) Luckily he does this in his hotel room – offstage!

Miriam is desperate and predatory. She constantly tortures Mark by disappearing at night to find her prey, arriving in the early morning to the bed of her husband.

‘But I never refused you’ she says even after a night of passion with somebody else

Williams, like his character, was himself setting out on a new tack, wanting to change his Western style and he took his ideas from a Japanese friend who taught him about the verse form of Haiku, where the ending is left unfinished and the reader has to complete the meaning. This results in clipped, short sentences which break off to allow the audience to fill in the gaps. This could be difficult for the actors to play and for the audience to watch, but given the expertise of the cast and director Robert Chevara, they make it work perfectly.

This happens throughout the play and even carries on to the final curtain line . .

Linda Marlowe is quite brilliant, she plays Miriam without ever surrendering to sentimentality. She is elegant, harsh, witty and ravenous especially when she is left with the attractive Japanese barman who she endlessly pursues throughout the play. It is a refreshingly charmless and highly intelligent reading of the character. The barman, Andrew Koji, is to be congratulated on the way he keeps his dignity under stressful circumstances.

David Whitworth plays Mark, he appears staggering and apparently drunk in his paint bespattered suit. But he is a really sick man, he is dizzy and collapses from the strain of this marriage made in hell. He cries out in agony at his rejection by his wife who he knows only stays with him for her comfort.

Miriam is wanting to go to Kyoto for a holiday but doesn’t want him with her so she sends for his agent Leonard (Alan Turkington) to come and remove him to take him back to New York.

The setting is stylish and beautiful, a masterpiece of ingenuity by Nicolai Hart-Hansen unrivalled by any in the West End..

Whether or not you are a Tennessee Williams fan it is good to see this. It is different. The performances, production values, and direction are outstanding.

Graffiti

10 Dec

GRAFFITI

You came wilfully into my garden
And built me a wall of words
Beckoning, shackling words
Beautiful – Isle of Yew
And the words crept into my heart
And became a part of it
The wall shimmered in my garden
And I looked to it for delight
But when I reached out to touch
It shattered
And my garden lay littered
With broken words

ALINE WAITES 1973

fashions faces – kenwood

10 Dec

FASHION’S FACES – THOUGHTS AT KENWOOD

While phantom music permeates the hall

Strummed by a maiden in a golden gown

And godlike generals glower from the wall

The past times courtesans and queens look down.

Deep bosomed prisoners with pallid skin

Each plump wrist manacled with jewelled chain

Does fashion’s face conceal the vice within?

And can a painters brush explore their pain?

 

 Vitality compressed within a cage

What mischief might those hooded eyes belie

The painted shadows of a former age

Seen through a jobbing artist’s shuttered eye

A studied likeness reproduced by art

May never yet reveal the hidden heart

 

Aline Waites © 2006

 

brief encounter

19 Feb

I’d met him years ago – he had been a lovely handsome young man with an overdose of charm. It was strange that he should come across to me in the pub and make friends with me again.

He had had a lot of success in show business and I was flattered that he sought me out. He bought me a drink and we sat together on the velvet banquette.

As we sat there I had the impression that people were looking over at us strangely. He asked if I would like him to walk home with me and I said that would be nice.

I remembered the past when we had been a little more than friends. As we walked along he said ‘kiss?’ and I felt happy and delighted – and surprised. I offered him my lips and was horrified to find that the kiss was horrible – really wet and I wondered if that was what it had always been like.

He seemed happy about it and suggested we called in another pub, so we did and sat down. I remembered he had always been fond of a drink and found it rather endearing that his habits had not changed.

Then he said ‘Have you got twenty pounds?’

I was very surprised. I knew I didn’t have a twenty pound note as I had just changed one

‘No I haven’t – but I might have something – I just changed the only twenty pounds I had in my purse’

To my surprise, he picked up my bag and took out my purse.

He found a ten pound note and a fiver

‘That’ll do’ he said and took it.

He ordered himself a drink and one for a friend who joined him at the bar.

I began to suspect not was all well

‘Are you going to pay me back?’

He looked at me with surprise

‘I don’t suppose so’ he said

He and the friend started a conversation

‘I’m going home’ I said at last.

They both said Goodbye very sweetly and carried on their conversation.

I walked home on my own.