This was an irreverent evening that reminded us of how to laugh and cringe all at once, and to keep on laughing. TUUP has the uncanny ability to flex his body to become what he tells.
We become the camel …
Author: Malcolm Green
Malcolm Green reflects on “Mara”.
On the stage is a beautifully carved facsimile of Swedish kitchen seat, which at night becomes a bed. A bed that creaks and groans and becomes a place of nightmares. Nightmares that grab Morton every time he closes his eyes. …
On ‘Apollo’s Lyre and the Pipes of Pan’
from “The Dreaming of Place” by Hugh Lupton.
Musing by Malcolm Green
On “Treacle Walker” by Alan Garner
Musing by Malcolm Green: May 2022
I read this once, as I would a ‘normal’ novel and finished wondering what the heck that was about. But there was something echoing in my head, so read it again immediately (it is …
Malcolm reflects on “Stories for a Bright New Dawn”.
What a treat these open evenings are, with their informality and spontaneity. A group of 20 or so
people, sitting in a circle sharing stories. Moving with ease between folktales, adventures, flights of
imagination and slices of people’s lives.
Tellers …
Stories of Hope – Malcolm’s reflections
Storytellers: Heather, Tim and Gauri with Musicians Bex, Sharon and Dave
What a surprise it is that online storytelling can enter our home and our hearts in the way it does. How it can create a sense of community and …
Stepping Out – Malcolm’s Reflections
This evening of stories from Chris and Ivanir was full of charm and depth. There was strong theme of men being trapped in their desire to control women and the various women’s response to this. In essence, however, the stories …
Tales of Wandering
Various Tellers
Friday June 5th, 7:30pm
Chillingham Arms, Heaton
Newcastle upon Tyne
Inspired by the Dreaming the Land Walks, this will be a wonderful pastiche of journey stories.
‘Tales of Wandering’ that have emerged both from these extraordinary walks and …
Dreaming the Land – Recce, Oct 20th 2013
Dreaming the Land – Recce, Dec 3rd 2013
A bit of a grey old day today. Pat, Molly (the dog) and myself travelled to Castle Carrock in the search of camp sites and performance venues. Took a small detour, which turned into a long detour, to the RSPB …