I have seen “Pornography”… No… not the naked body stuff. The finished product. The end result. The final performance of the text that caused me so much stress…
It was performed last week at my son’s college and I was privileged to attend it. My younger son is currently doing a Theatre Arts Foundation course and “Pornography” by Simon Stephens was one of the set texts to be interpreted and performed by my son and his classmates.
Now, this play is from a modern, gritty genre written by a Manchester playwright, reprising the events of the 7/7 bombing and following four separate, yet linked stories and characters. I am very much a traditional theatre goer- I like the glamour, the costumes, the sets and rolling sonorous tones of Shakespeare declaimed to the gods.
And yet, upon reflection, I found myself inexplicably moved by this stark production. Its power lay in its words, the dialogue – one line will haunt me forever:
“Images of Hell. They are silent.”
These ten young people infused their lines with passion and power. The production itself was striking by its very starkness; the actors, all attired in plain theatre blacks, moved between lines and scenes slickly and sleekly, pushing the play on to its inevitable sad, tragic conclusion.
If you get the opportunity to go and see a production, I would recommend it. I was enthralled (and very proud of my son) to see these ten young people deliver their lines with power and conviction, faces filled with the promise of the adults they’ll become.
So now I have a guilty secret… I am a fan of pornography.
NO! NOT the naked body stuff! My sort of pornography involves magazines, thick, glossy magazines whose pages cling lovingly to my fingers as I turn them and let my eyes linger lasciviously upon pages of… of… recipes!
Yes. Since I have given up smoking, I have had the money to indulge myself in a luxury magazine. I am an indifferent cook, but I am always fascinated by the wonderful recipes that make a treasure out of a boring food item… mince pies.
Not rhyming slang, but a seasonal festive treat and something which I generally regard with a distinct lack of enthusiasm, but in one edition of my magazine, the recipe called for glitter! Edible glitter, sprinkled on top of a star shaped pastry cut-out, covering the mundane mincemeat.
So… whether it’s a pie… or a play… don’t dismiss something out of hand without a closer look!