Curtain Call

audience
Theater Audience by Hippolyte Michaud

 

Curtain Call

You’re filling the halls from the gods to the stalls,
You’re shaking the walls with your blast –
You cry your encores as you cheer yourselves hoarse
For the grand tour de force of the cast.
And how they deserve all the plaudits you serve,
For they are the verve of the play;
But spare just a few for their hard-working crew,
For we perform too, in our way.

 

 

Turner Churners

Lights go on. Lights go off. Lights go on. Lights go off...
The lights going on and off…and on…and off……and on………and off………

Turner Churners

The critics just faun it, the Mail just loathes;
The public’s not stupid, it’s in on the deal –
We’ve always known it’s the emperor’s clothes,
It’s only the artists who think it’s for real.
And all’s just performance-ing art in the end,
These artists we hate yet adore:
That pompously-arrogant, smugly-camp blend –
Such wonderful caricature !

Silent Night

nightmare
The Nightmare by Henry Fuseli (though I’ve always thought the incubus looks peeved because it can’t find a way in)

 

Silent Night

Dreams, come not and bother me tonight,
Tonight I have no time for dreams.
I am exhausted to the seams,
And need the black to snuff the white.
So do not follow in my deep,
To make me cry or hope or leap.
Tonight, I only wish to lie –
So let me lie, and only dream of sleep.