The London Olympics were a great success both for the British and the Irish. Our very own Katie Taylor got us a gold medal in Women's Boxing. Fantastic celebrations were had! OH, and here is a very funny Seán Bán Breathnach getting all emotional when Katie is named the winner at about 18 minutes in.
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So, that's me in my 'Pisanio' costume ready to do the last performance of "Cymbeline". It was a very enjoyable show and a lovely one to end our three years at RADA. I have been doing workshops at schools round London and have been enjoying it immensely. It's a very rewarding job when you can get children and teenagers to enjoy themselves whilst learning something valuable. My short film GIRLS will be screened at RADA soon (date is yet to be confirmed) alongside past RADA graduate, Sara Sugarman's feature film, "Plastic". I am very excited about this. the river curved
like his mother’s arm soothing his shakes and shivers protecting him from harm he sits by her side as her brooks babble softly he sighs almost shyly then crumpling like a can the tin soldier man lands on his back and meets his dad’s face in the lingering clouds frowning at him here, there, smiling, from the white puffed shrouds. the clouds mingle like lace and he sees a child plays, race through the white foam -like he used to do- in hazy summer days; loose and free when no Zeus was seeking him for a fee. clouds swirl over in the light breeze -God’s breath destroying this soldier’s bliss with ease- and the child falls to earth. Eyes open: this seedless ground where shrapnel grows, metal trees, sharp grass fields of blades cut his Soul shooting stars of pain his trembling chin knowing it can no longer feign- bleeding- needing- feeling- wanting more from Within- din din Explosion! water liquid oily sight his slight face pours wet white weeping willows crying high; “Why does this boy lie between this war and I?” Screaming purple sky and squealing squawks of wildlife fly swirling limbs flutter by like black pink butterflies waving bye bye gasping breathing spraying mouth of fountain blood, his writhing torso rocks to lullaby of soft gunfire & bodies slapping the mud bullet smashes cheekbone out through Temple flees- his jaw-drops, a brief moan- whipping lead busy as a bee! eyes popping mouth watering seeming smiling pupils screaming, “Why?” crumpling, falling gently, he sighs din din fin fin Ssssshhh…! ….and the rattle of the battle in the wind…. From Both Hips was a big hit at RADA. We all enjoyed it so much and are sad to let it go.
But now it's onto the Tree Showcase at the end of this month. All 3rd years have to perform a monologue and a scene in front of every industry professional in London so it's scary biscuits from here on! For the last two years, Raoul Martinez (aided and abetted by Joshua van Praag) has been developing a major project on the subject of freedom, power and control, called "Creating Freedom". He has just completed the first of a series of documentaries, in which he interviews a wide range of serious thinkers (including Chomsky, the late Howard Zinn, Vandana Shiva, Amy Goodman, and Ha-Joon Chang) on these topics. The project also includes some amazing portraits by Raoul of his interviewees. If you are interested in freedom; the freedom of thought, speech, movement...etc... please keep an eye out for this wonderful film, "Creating Freedom".
I find I live in a lunch-box
And all I smell is plastic air I breathe my breath; in, out, over & over ‘Till I’m near ready to pass out- fall over But I don’t I still stand Standing still Slouched Standing slouched still In this lunch-box I sweat & breathe Pawing the curved plastic wall With my foot looking for a grip To lift me up, out & stand straight No slouch! But there’s no grip, I slip, Bang my head, then, still Stand, slouch, with what will I can Can’t scratch that itch Growing, knowing, that the growing is Going nowhere, growing into nothing So, sweat & breathe in this Lunch-box, like a growing old sandwich So, I had the "Soupface" read-through last Friday, 3rd February at RADA and it went very well indeed with some great feedback. Now I have a better idea of what needs to be fixed thanks to the wonderful talents of my classmates.
On Saturday 4th February, I went to see Wicked at the Apollo Victoria and Our New Girl at the Bush Theatre. Talk about a fantastic day at the theatre! The two shows were brilliant! I was very pleased with myself indeed. I have now seen both the plays that are on at the moment at RADA, performed by my classmates. The two shows are wonderful. You should go see them! They are: "The Maids" on in the GBS and "Saturday Night" a Stephen Sondheim Musical on in the Vanbrugh. Buy your tickets here I have now begun writing a werewolf feature film. I am 10 pages in and am stuck. Let's wait a while and see what happens... You put me in the field of the long blue grass
And you stayed on the perimeter Guarding I could barely see you Only shards of you could I see Through the tall stalks of the field Breaking the picture of you into lines Here and there Fragments Like the sun through a fence Flickering as it's passed fast In a car staring out Longing for more Don't set just yet! I want to feel the touch Of your bent crooked soft hands! Of your feather soft white hair! Of your fragile soft frame holding- me! But it was blue in the moonlight. And I curled over And you Became a static blue statue I want to stay with you! Like the moon at night Always shining Lighting the way Just too far to lasso To pull closer to you Pastel blue love. But I saw the lavender! Lovely lavender seeped from your side Like a wound I picked the lavender Like corn from it's stalk And it glowed And lit my way- Still lights my way Carry it by my breast- My lavender Cross- Till it becomes me too And I shine like you Out of the blue Lavender! Lovely lavender Afraid we would not see your colours You stayed blue to us On the perimeter Guarding But looking with eyes of lavender Wrapping me up in your lavender gaze With your imaginary lavender kisses How I wish I could dance & smile And stay a while in your lovely Lavender eyes! |
AuthorMy name is Maureen O' Connell but everyone calls me "Mo". I'm an Irish actress. I write and make films also. I am the author of all poetry and creative writing on this blog and the copyright of which is owned by me- unless otherwise stated. I've just graduated with a BA from the 3 year Acting Course at RADA, London. Have a gander round the website at your leisure! Cheers, Mo Archives
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