Reading week is over and the time has come for the term to spool up once more. And it is true, the AGM now loometh not too far off, two weeks away so reflect upon your personage and see whether you deem yourself capable of filling one of the committee roles.
I have to dispense with lengthy flamboyance on account of an acute urgency that permeates my entire life at present.
Here are the facts!
The customary Drama email will follow this tomorrow evening if the fates so desire. Until then, be satisfied with this short message:
The deadline for submitting a bid for the Edinburgh Fringe Festival for this August (2016) is at 23:59 tonight, and bid interviews will follow on 24th February.
Kindle the creative furnaces within your crania, you clever collection of carbon-based life forms. And render unto us thine hefty ideas, so full of rigour and gusto.
Bid details, along with audition details are included below.
To express the sheer scale of the undertaking that we are poised to embark upon, would be to talk in such massive terms as the huge phenomena in space, the movement of planets and stars, the suction of black holes, and the great forces of the universe. For such words are the only equal comparison to the glory of comedy of errors.
Be you pickled and saturated by the reading of reading week? Mayhaps you are oppressed and rendered lame by the weight of exams and revision. Mayhaps you lie peaceful and still in the comfort of your native dwelling, a veritable fountain of free food and warmth at your disposal. Whether in respite or woe, come to the Shaw Theatre, in your masses, with all of your faithful friends and relations, to observe upon the most fruitful efforts of our blessed cast members who tread the boards of the spacious stage.
Look below for details, and be enthused!
By the tutelage of Drama I have been educated in how to weather consecutive days on pitifully little sleep - why? Because the second term rumbleth onwards, like a heaving barge laden with happenings and occurrences, unto reading week, when said barge shall offload its cargo to all the goodly places of destination, smoothly and well executed. So shall Drama deliver on its performances and events, which requires of some a touch of sleep loss, and a healthy measure of degree neglect.
Verily not yesterday I was shamed in a seminar for not doing the reading, the professor's eyes peering over spectacles, each casting a white hot gaze of contempt on to my person. And yet, though shame did flicker weakly in my soul, it was nought and pale in comparison to the ardent fire, one that I could barely control from consuming my tongue and sallying forth from my mouth, the desire to recite all of my lines from Comedy of Errors, with full feeling and nuance, and so to completely and utterly paralyse said professor with the potency of Iambic Pentameter. The sight of it would surely have been a mighty one.
Read below for the details of the things that inhibit my reading...
This is just a last minute reminder to submit your Bloomsbury Studio bids tonight before midnight.
The interviews for these bids will be on the evening of 8th February.
Full details on tech and such are included in previous emails, consult them with urgency if you wish to spontaneously bid right now.
Just in case, here is the form and budget too - Internal-Production-Bid-Form-2015-2016.docx
These are different from the Bloomsbury Theatre Bids, the deadline for which is before midnight on 7th February. (Interviews on 10th)
Additionally, further to the Question and Answer session earlier this week, a petition has been proposed and is circulating, to secure for ourselves an alternative venue to the Bloomsbury over the coming two years in which it will be closed. Here is the link - www.change.org/p/university-college-london-ucl-secure-a-replacement-venue-for-uclu-bloomsbury-theatre-productions
Sign it, and demonstrate your support for the glory of the arts at UCL!
Make haste in your bid compositions. We look forward to your ideas in interview!
Further to the previous email, you must also be informed of the Trifles auditions, of which the final day is today 18:00 - 19:30 in the Kathleen Kenyon Room.
About the play:
Trifles and The Outside are two short plays by the American writer Susan Glaspell. They are rarely performed examples of early feminist writing, intimately studying the women characters and their responses to the world around them.
Mr. Wright is found hanged in his bedroom. His wife is the only suspect, yet there doesn't seem to be a specific motive for the murder. The sheriff, county attorney, and the man who found the body go to investigate, their wives in tow. While the men investigate the crime scene upstairs, the women pack a bag for the widow in prison, and slowly unravel a plot with serious moral implications.
Mrs. Patrick and Allie Mayo have exiled themselves from the world due to emotional pain caused by their husbands. While Bradford, Tony, and the Captain fight to save a drowned man, the women look out on the desolate landscape around them, debating whether the world is inclined toward life or decay.
We are casting three male roles and two female roles, and welcome auditions from BME students. If you are already involved in productions this term, please speak with your director before auditioning.
Here is the Facebook link to the event - www.facebook.com/events/486924378146897/
Verily and Yea, there is too much going on to express through the medium of the written word, but, as is my custom, I shall endeavour to do so for your benefit.
Below are the details of all the great and weighty bids that tower around us, like great and daunting theatrical monoliths - but - monoliths that all of you are certainly capable of ascending, so do bid, for it is the mark of greatness!
Forget not the postponed weekly social tomorrow evening - for the first time this year, and in the interests of integration with many of our peers and contemporaries, a deputation of wavy party-meisters shall proceed unto Sportsnight from Phineas tomorrow. All of you who have an affinity for the party arts, such as the casting of limbs in rhythmic positioning, the quaffing of fine toxic juices, the artists of drunken conversation, professors of brief courtship, convene at the Phineas tomorrow for a massive night out with the Squad.
The occurrences are as abundant as my nature metaphors, and as exciting as three Christmases all packed into the same 24 hours.
I said not so long ago that the storm of activity was brewing in the distance, and that talent would rain down upon the spectators as a result, and verily, the time is now. Set aside your deadlines and work, waive the seminar readings, endure the awkward silence that comes with having no clue on the same seminar's subject matter, for when high art whispers your name, whether the whisper originate from Peckham, or from Mully's, you know that you cannot hope to resist the pull of drama.
Joy bubbles within my very soul as I imagine your kindly faces, inclined upwards to some performer, your sweet faces all bereddened with the light pink blush of alcohol, contorted with wide-ranging smiles, and glittering light reflecting from your widely open and amazed eyes.
Let it be so, Dramatics, and let no hindrance inhibit you from participating, for the world of the Drama Society is truly a pleasant one.
Further to the previous email, we have been informed by the Union that Bloomsbury Theatre (proper) bids are now open.
Be advised we are talking about the Bloomsbury THEATRE, (Massive 547 seat-er) NOT the Bloomsbury Studio (for which there are bids open now)
The performances that you will be bidding for will be in 2016-17. Meaning you will be bidding for a slot in the next academic year.
The deadline for submitting bids is 7th February 23:59.
The interviews will be on the evening of Tuesday 10th February.
Comprehensive details below.
The vast tidal wave of auditions has just now passed, the water of which drippeth chilly and bereft of purpose on some, and warm and full of glorious prospects upon others. And so I say unto those who obtained parts - congratulations, and unto those who did not - be not saddened, for there is much still yet for the Drama society to do.
If I could liken the current atmosphere to a landscape, it would be the calm savannah, for, though no great happenings are within immediate sight, crickets chirrup away secretly, just as production teams furiously compose rehearsal schedules. Far in the distance can be seen a mighty storm, a dramatic storm, it's high winds the voices of our dear performers, carrying far and wide, and it's rains the rains of talent, showering down on the humble spectators such as myself.
Poetry over, observe the small reminder:
Though it feels like a blow to my intestines, both with the information I carry and with the fact that I am saturating your inboxes, I must inform you now that the monologue slam due to take place in Mully's on 19th, is now postponed to an undecided later date.
Apologies if you had started learning a speech or had started looking forward to it!
We have entered upon the new term and new year with a veritable explosion of opportunity and occurrence. So much so that my humble fingers struggle to fully capture the sheer vastness of all that lies before us, and all the high quality theatre that shall, undoubtedly, like a galactic plug, fill the vast black hole of demand for drama amongst the thirsty dramatics.
The coming term is so full of plays-on-plays-on-plays that we could feasibly warm the world by a full 1 degree Celsius with the sheer quantity of C02 we emit in ceaseless line repetition and delivery.
Look below, and allay your applause til the end.
As is made abundantly clear in the subject - THE BID DEADLINE IS AT 23:59 on Monday.
There are three open bids, and the full details are included below, along with the bid forms.
If you are bidding, bear in mind that the interviews will take place in the afternoon and evening of the 13th January!
There I went trying to make it poetic when I had given misinformation.
The monologue slam is in Mully's on 19th, not the Rose and Crown.
And also - the bid interviews are on the 13th January, in the afternoon and evening.
Happy Holidays Thespy Friends
I hope that you all enjoyed a most pleasant Christmas, and I would like to begin the email by wishing you all a Happy New Year!
Doubtless we all spent the initial hours of 2016 in a state more glorious than the entire Greek Pantheon of Gods put together. I knew, even as I stood alone upon the dancefloor, my steely gaze fixed upon those massy speakers, all pounding and thumping like Alexander the Great's war drums on the field of Gaugamela, as I struggled to retain clarity of thought in amongst the stupor of stupor-juice, and the thunder of the excessive bass, and the sheer weight of the attention that the girls were paying me and my glorious dance, that, in a quiet moment of thought in amongst the thud and thrum, the dramatics were probably doing the same - throwing the same shapes, quaffing the same magical fun enhancers, and thinking the same thoughts towards the coming year.
I perceived the moon as I stood in the fog-laden smoking area, and the hazy drone of small talk with a fellow club attendee faded away, its lunar luminescence striving to pierce the screen of thick and overbearing clouds, as if to say unto me in a kindly voice: "Jack, it is I, the moon. Rejoice, for I am the same moon that shineth upon your goodly friends of the drama society". And, knowing that the same moon of 2016 did shineth upon all the society, I was enthused to endure patiently the tedium of other humans, anticipating the hour of my return to your welcome.
With this message I begin this email of reminder - I can't wait to come back.
The day, Dramatics, is upon me. I must bid you a total, but thankfully temporary, farewell. I awoke this morning aware of the duty I was bound to fulfil, the composition of a farewell email, and I almost cried 'Alas' to the heavens in my dank flat. All that inhibited my grief-laden tongue from bellowing this roar of anguish was the wee glimmer of inspiration that I, good Jack, would be the one to bid you all a Merry Christmas, and that I would see you again in January.
Do not doubt, friends, that the fates have decreed for it to be thus, and there shall be a glorious return of dramatic persons and activity when the term starts once again. We shall burst back onto the theatrical dimension, shattering the hopes of our enemies and naysayers, with arms outstretched in heady gesticulation, refreshed and newly-nourished tongues and mouths projecting with a gargantuan boom across the city, prompting wide-ranging and profound praise to such an extent that we shall consider ourselves theatrical deities. And there shall be rejoicing, and none shall feel left out, for we are inclusive in our demeanour, and there shall be alcohol flowing like the Nile, moistening the land for the cultivation of drama, like a delicate crop which we carefully tend together.
'Til then I occupy my time with glorious endeavour - a quest to inform Justin Bieber what she truly means, consulting soothsayers over how long the duration of time should be, before it is acceptable to make reference with dramatic metaphor and simile to Star Wars, and an added irritant, a dissertation.
Read below the short information, and then my farewell.
Out from the ether of deadlines, and parties, and friendship, I can discern the end of the term, which sinkens my heart to a point of melancholy. For I know that there shall be no jollity of drama once I return home, that my hopelessly boring sisters will flout me for my thespish flamboyance, and yea, I shall miss the company of all ye who art excellent and pleasant and affable.
All clad in the scruffy apparel of a man who has done little clothe-washing, I shall trudge back to my native city, borne to my doom by that carriage of malice, the national express coach, and thereupon I shall arrive at home, professing joy at my return, but untruly. Each piece of free-of-charge nourishment shall merely disintegrate upon my forlorn palate, and I may weep whilst chewing on a piece of choice turkey, crowned in a flimsy green crown of paper, for I possess the highly perturbing knowledge that the calories I consume (of which there will be an abundance) shall not be spent in rehearsal, towards glory and art!
But understand that the labours of the society never altogether cease, and below are listed the pieces of information which are essential to know in order to participate in glories.
I nurse my hangover with the same delicacy as I would treat an injured baby seal. By my troth, my head did pound this morning, and my decency was besmirched as I learnt of my Arts Ball silly beheaviour. I hope the same is true of you all, for it was a glorious night.
The director of Volpone's name is actually Olivia Perrett. I mistakenly spelt it wrong in the last email, and shed a tear after finding out. Thus her email is as follows - firstname.lastname@example.org
She is seeking a producer, assistant director, and assistant producer.
ALSO THE MONOLOGUE SLAM IS TOMORROW. We're still taking submissions, so if you have the inclination, just email this address back with the monologue you wish to do! We want to see you perform! I shall see you all there.
Greetings, O Dramatic ones, O ye who art ever enthused,
My knees do knock against each other. My stomach churneth hither and thither. My mind, and very soul, struggle with herculean might to focus on my study, but alas and alack to no avail. My very being is consumed by thoughts of the Winter Arts Ball, the gargantuan quantity of shapes that I wish to cast upon the floor, my all-encompassing worry that I will, perhaps, run out of shapes... That an innate quota of thrown shapes might be reached within me, rendering my person wholly in a state of paralysis. Primarily however, my hope that the dramatic persons and their artsy kinfolk shall find in the Knights Templar a common experience of such wonder that it can only be truly done justice through the medium of dance and waviest juice.
Verily, such are my hopes, and let the worries remain unheeded, and the desires fulfilled, abundantly, this eve in the Knights Templar.
In amongst the quality social experience, there is enticing opportunity to satisfy your dramatic yearnings. So read downward, and endeavour in calm to prevent your excitement leading to a sudden bodily implosion.
Greetings Goodly Dramatics,
I find myself so very full to the brim with news and information, that to restrain myself from gushing it all forth has been as difficult as holding back my tears, watching the final year of my degree pass by at the speed of a panicked antelope.
The Winter approacheth, and with it a host of wint'ry happenings - an Arts ball amongst all the chill, and the performance of a bleak Scottish play. (Bright and lovely in that it is enriched by a stellar cast, bleak insofar as it is set in medieval Scotland.) But no! I give the game away before the appropriate titled sections may have their limelight...
Refresh your academically soaked crania with such an abundance of high quality drama, such invigorating performance art, that you finish reading this email with your body and soul as nourished as it would be had you eaten a weighty bowl of fresh fruit.
Read onwards, unto excellence!