about the production
A bastard people still-born at birth? An independent nation, proud, fierce and only slightly mad. A city of eccentrics adrift on the sea of their dreams.
The town; a stark metal cube floats above a dismembered forest, against the night sky. The inhabitants; fragmented characters, disowned by their authors speak words of melancholy and madness.
The implements; forks, rakes and spades, forego their earthly functions to partner the living in a dance macabre. A pastoral lyric that becomes an urban nightmare: Tom Jones, firing from the hip and Caradog Evans „critical gunslinger of hopeless nostalgia" vrestle for the heart of Wales.
In production are used the lyrical words of Wordsworth and Blake, the critical modern eye of Gwyn Thomas, the sharp tongue of Caradog Evans and the bitter mind of Friedrich
Nietzsche. All other words are written by Paul Davies.
directed: by the Company
Video of the production: no
Scripts of the production: SK
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