Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Nelson is Our King*

*sung to the tune of "Weasley is Our King."

On a lark I went to the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich and applied for a job as a gallery assistant--you know, the people in the uniforms who make sure you don't get up to nothing. I applied at the NMM for a couple reasons: it's close to school, it's all historical and stuff, and they have Nelson's pants.

The "recruiting night" was held in the Queen's House. So I go in and they hand me an application and tell me to fill it out in this little room off to the side. It's maybe twelve feet by ten feet, full of people like me who are filling out applications, and, because this is an English musuem, there are original oil paintings on the walls. Which I am getting used to by now. But as I'm looking around the room I realise: Nelson in full dress uniform. Nelson dying. A 1880s woman showing her son the portrait of Nelson in full dress uniform. Nelson dying again. A HUGE Turner showing the battle of Trafalgar. A smaller picture showing the battle of Trafalgar. Nelson dying. All originals, all crammed into this little anteroom. I start to snicker under my breath, because while I may be preoccupied with Nelson, I am clearly out of my league here. I also saw a shop advertising "Nelsonania" which made me laugh out loud. I mean, I've heard of Lincolniana, but then again, Lincoln FREED THE SLAVES. Nelson just...died. In an appropriately beautiful Greek manner, apparently, but still.

Anyway. We'll see if the job pans out or not. Last night I went to see a play called "Ashes to Ashes" which was a non-uplifting piece about the Holocaust. AFterward there was a talk-back and the playwright/director said he wanted to make the audience uncomfortable for an hour, to give us a taste of what Jewish prisoners felt like who had to deal with that day in day out. Things like screaming at the prisoners, and the audience, shining bright lights on us, making them dance with their pants around their ankles and beat up one another. He succeeded in his goal--I felt really uncomfortable--but I felt there was no higher message in the play. I think they were also trying to show how people held onto their humanity and dignity, but it was completely overshadowed by the sheer violence. Ah, fringe. I just feel if you're going to alienate your audience, then you're not going to be able to get your themes across.

Right, I'm off to rehersal for "Hedwig." Have a good night everyone.


Laura said...

If he died in a beautiful greek way, I hope it at least got to be in the arms of a man who loved him (I haven't ruled out platonicly). I was incensed today when I picked up a little movie rental magazine at Hollywood Video (looking for job applications for the 8th graders to fill out for practice) and lo and behold on the inside cover is Jared Leto snuggling with Nicolas Cage!! Jared Leto you cheater!

That's funny you would mention that play. I'm reading a lot about the holocaust lately. The more I read the more I see the relevance of the mutant uprising and the necessary distruction on humanity.

Nicki said...

Oh, no worries on THAT account, Laura. Right before he died he asked Hardy, the captain of the Victory, to kiss him. It's been documented. :)

Laura said...

LOL! :)