Homeopathic Walls

From today`s Times:

“The Queen’s homeopathic pharmacist is selling ground-down fragments of the Berlin Wall to people who believe it will cure asthma and depression. Ainsworths, which has held a Royal warrant since 1980 and also supplies the Prince of Wales, is charging up to £114 for a large bottle of tablets leading to warnings that vulnerable patients are being exploited. The “remedy” is made by grinding down pieces of the Cold War relic and diluting it multiple times with lactose, water and alcohol. Edzard Ernst, emeritus professor of contemporary medicine at Exeter University, said producers believe the tablets convey a “spiritual force” capable of bringing people together.” Etcetera.

This article set me wondering yet again why I haven’t pushed ahead with my play `Remedies,` and done whatever may be necessary to prepare it for a production. The character in the play who believes in homeopathy has recently taken up the Anti-Vax Ideology as well, and I know that the topics of the play are incredibly relevant to us all.

I am currently preparing a `preface` for my soon to be published play The Song of Deborah, and remembering how those characters stepped forward assertively to claim their parts in it, as it were. All I needed to do was to listen to what they had to say…and write it down. Some, quite a lot of Remedies does not concern what the characters have to say – but what I want and need to say. Perhaps that is the problem.

Meanwhile, though still not feeling 100% recovered from a post-viral episode that is about to celebrate its first birthday…I am happy to have creative thoughts and projects. Sketching a new short story, completing preface to Song of Deborah, continuing to edit Paper in the Cracks….not to mentioned one brand new idea, just born…

This weekend we paid a first ever visit to Glyndebourne, and saw what we agreed was the best performance of Anything Ever. Seriously. It was Rinaldo. Google the reviews, believe them – then add sugar. What an experience.
We stayed in a B&B in the little hamlet of Muddles Green, and found ourselves close to the house in which the great Lee Miller lived with her third husband Roland Penrose. So part of the Cultural Weekend was a tour of the house, and viewing photographs….The story of surrealism, and more. Now back to the new idea. Have a good Bank Holiday all.