Still Here, Still Making Theatre, Still Working

 
BronaghLagan@nwkcollege.ac.uk
Director

Theatre is simply what cannot be expressed by any other means; a complexity of words, movements, gestures that convey a vision of the world inexpressible in any other way.

Keith Johnson

The origins of theatre can be found within storytelling. My first experience of theatre was listening to my dad telling stories of adventures he’d had. No matter how exaggerated or fabricated the stories may have been they were certainly never boring. I’d stay up late listening to him telling and re-telling his tall tales (tales that would get taller with age) and I knew then that I wanted to make people laugh and listen.

Everyone is a storyteller and like everything in life some are better at it than others. It is our job as actors to keep this ancient art form alive by telling our stories and the stories others in a way that is exciting, compelling and respectful to the people who’s stories are unable to be told.

The world of Art can be a beautiful, scary, funny and vulnerable place with no boundaries, no limits, no rules and no censorship. The possibilities are endless. We are so privileged to be a part of this little world, to be able to see life differently. Not all have found the key that unlocks the door, not all have been invited. It is up to us to keep it alive and the Miskin especially is aimed at doing just that.

I first encountered the Miskin whilst touring with a theatre company in 2003. The Miskin Theatre was one of the most memorable venues we performed in there is a buzz and atmosphere like no other theatre we performed. That buzz, energy, electricity… whatever you want to call it, is that of a living breathing theatre, filled excitable, impressionable, enthusiastic young artists. A hub of activity and a home for performers who dare to see the world differently and choose to never grow up.

There is a Greek phrase I remember hear whilst touring in Turkey often used to welcome new guests to dinner. It lends itself well to the atmosphere of the Miskin

Είμαιευτυχής πουβρήκατε

(I’m glad we found you.)

Finally performers I encourage you all to do whatever you want, however you want but only for as long as the audience wants.

Bronagh Lagan


The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference