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  1. I have been thinking about your initial idea to create a stage set (or series of) and Manijeh’s suggestion of thinking about the kind of object that offers the transition to spectacle – such as the curtain – and I hope that this has sparked some ideas to develop your object study for Tuesday.

    I was reminded of the prologue for Shakespeare’s ‘Henry V’ (copied below). This is a very nice passage that basically asks for the audience’s co-operation in creating the illusion of the dramatic work within the spatial confines of the theatre. Tangential perhaps but maybe suggests something about that transition between the built fabric and the spectacle? The prologue begs that ‘the vast fields of France’ be seen on stage. What object could reverse this and beg that the theatre be found in the city?

    Prologue, Henry V
    O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
    The brightest heaven of invention,
    A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
    And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
    Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
    Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
    Leash’d in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
    Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
    The flat unraised spirits that have dared
    On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
    So great an object: can this cockpit hold
    The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
    Within this wooden O the very casques
    That did affright the air at Agincourt?
    O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
    Attest in little place a million;
    And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
    On your imaginary forces work.
    Suppose within the girdle of these walls
    Are now confined two mighty monarchies,
    Whose high upreared and abutting fronts
    The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
    Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
    Into a thousand parts divide on man,
    And make imaginary puissance;
    Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
    Printing their proud hoofs i’ the receiving earth;
    For ’tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
    Carry them here and there; jumping o’er times,
    Turning the accomplishment of many years
    Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
    Admit me Chorus to this history;
    Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
    Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.

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