Guest post: Profoundly political
Originally a comment by Tim Harris on Like an awkward impulse buy.
Many plays by Shakespeare and writers of his time are profoundly political (European visitors were shocked at what the English companies got away with, for you simply could not be so political in any other European country), and if the director does not recognise this, or seeks to foist on plays some obvious contemporary ‘relevance’ that has nothing to do with the issues that are addressed in the plays, then that is a recipe for rendering the plays as dead as doornails. European (non-Anglophone) productions of Shakespeare, and particularly Kosintsev’s great film versions, often recognise the politics of the plays far better than most Anglo-Saxon productions do. I think that after the Civil Wars, it became difficult to address political matters on the English stage, and then in the Victorian Age, individualism, the growing lack of a sense of the common weal, and mere pathos came to dominate the theatre – and this continued into the 20th century in the Anglophone world. ‘Politics’ was thought to be in rather bad taste, an attitude that pervades modern journalism in the Anglophone sphere, particularly the USA, with its ‘both-sides-ism’. ‘”Hamlet” is about Hamlet,’ said Peter Brook in an interview on Japanese television about his pared-down version, a very unsatisfactory remark that went with a very unsatisfactory production – it is this attitude that I take strong issue with in my essay on the production. This is not to say that there not have been productions that recognise the importance of the political: Michael Bogdanov’s come to mind, and there is a very good RSC production of ‘Julius Caesar’ with an all-black cast, directed by Greg Doran. Speaking of this last play, there’s a wonderful film of it performed in Italian by the denizens of a high-security prison in Italy (that is, by men who are members of the Mafia and other ‘societies’): these men absolutely understand hierarchy, intimidation, vaunting, the politics etc from the inside, and it shows: ‘Caesar Must Die’, directed by Paolo & Vittorio Taviani.
There was also the matter of censorship: censorship in Shakespeare’s time was there, of course, but it was rather loose. But in 1737 a law was brought in that put the Lord Chancellor’s office in charge of licensing plays for performance – Robert Walpole didn’t want any satirical takes on his government appearing on stage. In the 19th century, Ibsen was banned from the British stage. The first great British political play in Britain in the 20th century was Harley Granville Barker’s ‘Waste’ (1907), which was banned from public performance by the Lord Chamberlain’s office, and remains still too little known.
I read and enjoyed that swan post. This is a comment on that? Lol, apparently that went off in quite a tangent…
Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were
To see thee in our waters yet appear,
And make those flights upon the banks of Thames,
That so did take Eliza and our James!
But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere
Advanc’d, and made a constellation there!
Shine forth, thou star of poets, and with rage
Or influence, chide or cheer the drooping stage;
Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn’d like night,
And despairs day, but for thy volume’s light.
The closing lines of ‘To the Memory of my Beloved the Author, Mr William Shakespeare’ (one of the introductory poems to the First Folio) . Poets were often compared to birds mounting on the wings of inspiration, and swans, that mount very high when migrating, were supposed to foresee their own deaths and sing more beautifully than any other bird.
Let the priest in surplice white
That defunctive music can
Be the death divining swan
Lest the Requiem lack his right.
A stanza from Shakespeare’s The Phoenix & Turtle’ – one of the most beautiful poems in the language.
And a song by Orlando Gibbons:
The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached, unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:
“Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.”
The tangent is not quite so great as you suppose, I think.
The first of the poems quoted or quoted from above is by Ben Jonson.
Ben Jonson was ambivalent about Shakespeare while he (S) was alive, but then when Hemings & Condell put together the Folio he had his first opportunity to read the plays all in a lump. (Plays were seldom published at the time because it would just be giving them away to rival companies.) He had thought of S as a bit of a rube, and overvalued by the Chamberlain’s/King’s Men compared to his own more educated self. I suspect the Folio rocked his world a bit. I think he was too jealous and rivalrous to have gone quite so ecstatic in the Sweet Swan of Avon poem if he hadn’t meant it.
The National Theatre’s production of Coriolanus with Tom Hiddleston is streaming tonight on YouTube. It will be available for the week.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUDq1XzCY0NIOYVJvEMQjqw?sub_confirmation=1
The last one I saw was the film with Ralph Fiennes with Vanessa Redgrave as his mother Volunia. I quite enjoyed the modern setting in a state under war footing.
Thank you very much, KBPlayer, for letting me know about this. I admire Hiddleston, as well as the play.