Guenevere’s Globe Full Credits and Story Details

Guenevere’s Globe

FULL CREDITS AND STORY DETAILS

WRITTEN BY JAMES BROSNAN & LIZBETH GOODMAN
(dedicated to the memory of our fathers and our dear friends no longer with us)
SCORE BY DENIS ROCHE

Directed by Lizbeth Goodman
Produced by SMARTlab
Photography by Jo Gell & Taey Kim
Edited by Jana Riedel

FEATURING:
JAMES BROSNAN – KING ARTHUR
LIZBETH GOODMAN – QUEEN GUENEVERE
AXEL VOGELSANG – LANCELOT
PAULA BENNETT – THE LADY OF SHALOTT

& THE VOICES OF:
COLM O SNODAIGH – KING ARTHUR
LIZBETH GOODMAN – QUEEN GUENEVERE
DENIS ROCHE – LANCELOT
PAULA BENNETT – THE LADY OF SHALOTT

WITH THE VOICE GENERATION of James Brosnan as the words of the element FIRE

THE STORY:
King Arthur,
Fire
Young and healthy in spirit, the King is troubled by a body that will not allow him free movement, and a voice that sings only when he can move his sword. He loves his wife, Guenevere, but can not tell her and fears that he is losing her. He has many deep words, but she can not hear them (and she can hear the more superficial lyricism of the young Sir Lancelot). He seeks to dance again with his wife, as in that movement he can always finds his voice. He dances to live, to express his life from within. Movement equals life.

Guenevere,
Water
Married to a man she loves and respects but feels she no longer knows, the Queen feels trapped in a court where her every move is viewed and emulated, feels herself to be always on display and never free to move on her own. She feels herself growing old, longs to hear Arthur’s voice and to share the youth they knew when they danced long ago; and so she spins her wheel to weave garments that might allow her to wander more freely in the world where others might not recognise her as the Queen. She hums to the tune of the young Sir Lancelot, but only because it allows her to move. For her, to live is to dance. Stillness equals death.

Lancelot
Earth
Authur’s knight and friend, wanders and plays and sings, oblivious to his power to woo, to carry the hearts of those who long for music and movement. He means no harm, but shatters the worlds of all who hear him. When he moves Guenevere, Artbur rejects him as a foe. Banished by the sword, he falters, pounds the bodhran, falls. His story starts again – always in a cycle.

The Lady of Shalott
Wind
Fearful of the world and yet longing to be part of it, she weaves and hides in her tall tower, watching the world in reflections, til Lancelot wanders by. His voice brings her to the window, the sight of him cracks her heart, and her mirror, and she falls and fades into the river rushing by, into the tapestry she has made. Her story begins again- always in a cycle..

LYRICS
Arthur’s FIRE
To dance is like to live.
Headless after one of those hard days – running, running
Giving it all what you got before
Now chasing the sweat out of the system – running, running.
(for the ablove lines use colm;’s voice)
I had a kingdom once.
It still burns.
(for these two lines use jame’s mechanical voice)
. ..
Memories murmur under forgotten melodies
I play my music in muses now
These are two views – the dance in life.
The fire brings everything to life
The same flame destroys my name
Everything I love and I hate.
Life blows like a blaze
She gives it my rain
Towering my power
Watering our spirits.
He once seemed rooted
His legs marched my every desire.
His arms embrace my solo charm.
Flowing through my gulf
Deadening my hot threads.
I can’t think without listening.
Everything has its music.
Like an orchestra playing in fluent harmony.
Like the blood circulating around your body.
Like the memories revolving around your experience.
My bull soldier plodding on in with her pools
My lascivious lagoon drifting away with his plank.
Fire everywhere.
Fire nowhere.
Fire desires.
Fire conspires.
I enflame.
Everyone explodes.

Guenevere’s AIR:
I live to dance.
To move is to be free.
Finding self in movement, freeform, free of audiences, just for me.
To hear the music, to follow it, to circle it round, beyond and within. . .
The circles, the circles, the circles
To find a voice that is silent, to hear the crack of dawn,
To listen for it and wait, suspend that moment and hear the next.
To dwell in that world and to breathe
Just for one vast moment.
His circles, my circles, our circles.
To hear the voice of a loved one, from within, in silence.
To remember, to recall, to recreate,
To spin spin spin,
Spinning in circles, circles spinning.
Hide self, to show self, from within.

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