Town Hall Theatre, Galway
Sept 1-7
“There it is, the Silver Tassie, won by the odd goal in five, kicked by Harry Heegan”
– Harry Heegan
“Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November –
November – that’s the month I was born”
– Croucher
“Our best is all behind us – what’s in front we’ll face like men, dear comrade of the blood-fight and the battle-front”
– Teddy Foran
It’s 1928, and W.B. Yeats is writing Sean O’Casey a letter. As artistic director of the Abbey, Yeats is writing to inform O’Casey that his latest play will not be produced by the theatre. O’Casey had written a tragic-comedy epic about Irish soldiers in the First World War, but Yeats finds that the writer has no claim to conceive the conditions of war – “You never stood on its battlefields or walked its hospitals”.
It’s August 2010 and I’m catching regular sightings of Aaron Monaghan, Aoife Duffen, Derbhle Crotty, and Bush Moukarzel on the streets of Galway.
They’re all in town rehearsing for Druid’s production of The Silver Tassie.
