No, really. It’s been something for The Rude Mechanicals, as I am sure it’s been for you. As the year comes to an end and we reflect on the changes we’ve seen, I feel grateful that not all of them have been hardships. Some of them have been opportunities. When we were no longer able to gather in groups and produce live (in person) theatre, we had to pivot and find new ways to connect with our audiences and so our shows went online! This gave us an unexpected opportunity to work with actors all over the country. We’ve been so lucky to work with incredible artists from right here in our back yard to the big apple! We also had the opportunity to produce many new works including a series of plays that directly address social justice written by a Black playwright, Idris Goodwin. Shakespeare’s work reflected the social climate at the time that he was writing and I feel grateful for opportunities to use our skills, time, and energy to follow in those footsteps as much as possible.
Just recently I had the wonderful chance to direct our yearly tradition of a reading of A Christmas Carol and we were able to keep our promise of a LIVE reading (it was just over Zoom). This year’s version was William Shakespeare’s Christmas Carol by Portland playwright, Ian Doescher. I was pleasantly surprised at how nervous I felt before we “went live” with our online show. It wasn’t much different than other opening nights, except that I was wearing slippers and sitting in my dining room. If you were able to join us for that production I hope you enjoyed it in your slippers, cozy at home too. Over the course of this year many of you have donated or joined our Patreon, and I am infinitely grateful for your generosity. It has helped us a great deal during this time when theatres across the globe are struggling.
We can’t wait to be able to share that opening night excitement with you in person, in the meantime our Youtube channel has many of our shows to watch from this season, and I hope you take advantage if you haven’t been able to see them yet. On behalf of the board and company, I want to wish you a very happy and healthy holiday season. Huzzah!
The Rude Mechanicals have joined forces with Tri-Trivia to create a unique experience for trivia and Shakespeare lovers! Each round, winners will receive gift card from one of our sponsors Moonshot Brewing, Ethos or Layered Cake Artistry.
To make the evening extra special, add on a basket of goodies that include beer, cookies and The Rude Mechanicals swag! (local pick-up only)
Let’s talk about having fun and improving our craft!
We at The Rude Mechanicals have been working tirelessly to figure out the best ways we can keep sharp and provide some entertainment along the way. Everything seems to be falling into two categories:
First, let’s talk about entertainment. We have some awesome opportunities coming up for socially distanced date nights and family fun nights. We’re talking about plays, trivia events and even a podcast. Next, we’re going to keep our noggins sharp by having study sessions and workshops in all things Shakespeare-related.
The Rude Mechanicals want you to know that we’re going to keep pushing forward to create unique content for our community with the quality and style that you’re used to.
Iambic pentameter sounds like a heartbeat. Anyone familiar with blank verse knows the familiar bumBUM bumBUM bumBUM bumBUM bumBUM of the Bard’s work. His professions of love, his passionate soliloquies, nearly all have that heartbeat. Sometimes it races from fear or anger with short, clipped syllables. Sometimes the languid language slows to a crawl; drawing out that last breath with a loved one as if trying to stop the march of time itself.
But the heartbeat remains. We must face the fear. We must face loss. We must soldier on because if the heartbeat stops so goes the poetry, the beauty of life.
As this world slows and races simultaneously within and without, I am finding more and more solace in the poetry. It doesn’t come from the words themselves or the stories. It comes from the ever marching beat of the heart.
It’s no secret that the theatre community is scared. We don’t know if our profession will ever look the same. We didn’t get the opportunity to draw out the moment; we didn’t know we had so little time with the artform as we knew it. Our hearts thrummed to the rhythm of fear and then determination, without dropping a syllable.
Shakespeare gave us this gift; we know as long as his work exists we have something in the body and soul of theatre pushing us forward. We cannot be completely still as long as his prose is there, giving us a beating heart.