1968 (age 25) July 20th > the Miracle tour > Coventry Cathedral
Robert Prior-Pitt avoided religious drama, preferring to explore the spiritual depths of secular works by producing them in a religious setting – he was doing West Side Story in the nave at the time. But he’d made an exception on reading the script of the Miracle. And he was also fascinated by Periphery 63 and our ambitions. In fact, Robert and I had grown remarkably close through our correspondence and a couple of visits I’d made, one with Lynn.
Everyone arrived on Friday night and were lodged by cathedral people. Lynn and I had a meal at The Bridge with Robert and his wife, Pauline. Next morning we all assembled at 7.30am for a rehearsal – boy, what commitment! We were performing the play in the 'Porch', the area between the ruins and the new building. We did one performance at a specific time that had been advertised in cathedral literature, and chairs were laid out for that, and tickets were sold. But we then did more performances that were truer to the medieval style, with passers-by watching for a while and then moving on. In the photo Salatin (in yellow) is summoning Satan. The people behind him aren't a Chorus – they are spectators. Talk about getting close to your audience!
We all had a ‘cast feast’ in The Bridge before we made our farewells. Sad because the tour was over, but swearing that this wasn’t the end. Robert and I certainly intended to meet again, and there was even talk of him and Pauline visiting us on Merseyside. Lynn and I headed for my home in Cookley, wondering about our future. We only had a few days before she left on her Soviet trip, and then straight home to the States. I knew I didn’t want to lose Lynn, but Chicago was a long, long way away.
Taken by: Lynn
1968 (age 25) July 20th > the Miracle tour > Coventry Cathedral
Robert Prior-Pitt avoided religious drama, preferring to explore the spiritual depths of secular works by producing them in a religious setting – he was doing West Side Story in the nave at the time. But he’d made an exception on reading the script of the Miracle. And he was also fascinated by Periphery 63 and our ambitions. In fact, Robert and I had grown remarkably close through our correspondence and a couple of visits I’d made, one with Lynn.
Everyone arrived on Friday night and were lodged by cathedral people. Lynn and I had a meal at The Bridge with Robert and his wife, Pauline. Next morning we all assembled at 7.30am for a rehearsal – boy, what commitment! We were performing the play in the 'Porch', the area between the ruins and the new building. We did one performance at a specific time that had been advertised in cathedral literature, and chairs were laid out for that, and tickets were sold. But we then did more performances that were truer to the medieval style, with passers-by watching for a while and then moving on. In the photo Salatin (in yellow) is summoning Satan. The people behind him aren't a Chorus – they are spectators. Talk about getting close to your audience!
We all had a ‘cast feast’ in The Bridge before we made our farewells. Sad because the tour was over, but swearing that this wasn’t the end. Robert and I certainly intended to meet again, and there was even talk of him and Pauline visiting us on Merseyside. Lynn and I headed for my home in Cookley, wondering about our future. We only had a few days before she left on her Soviet trip, and then straight home to the States. I knew I didn’t want to lose Lynn, but Chicago was a long, long way away.
Taken by: Lynn