WORDS AND PICTURE: REBECCA BRYNOLF
Tracing Flight Readings
Waterloo Gardens Teahouse, Penylan. Thurs 2 April
What a frightfully civilised affair. A cool spring evening, a pine bedecked teahouse and lots of artistic types giving newly written prose their first official outings. Tracing Flight, a small collective of writers who, after having confined their work to a website thus far, have decided to take the words off the page.
The pieces this evening were read aloud by voice students from RWCMD, who read them very well, but I did spend some of the evening wondering whether or not they understood what they were reading. Can an actor in his twenties convey the wisdom inherent in the story-telling of a man in his fifties?
Michael MacKian, one of the writers in question, thinks that this is entirely possible. It seems that having someone from a different walk of life read your work has its benefits; an injection of fresh perspective, new intonations, picking out of things you hadn’t realised were there. The proof of this came from one writer’s piece, entitled My Life in a List, read by Remy Beasley, a charming and chuckle-worthy snippet into the life of a woman whose day to week to month is summed up in lists, was made very much Beasley’s own.
Tracing Flight Readings’ first night proved to be a very enjoyable literary event. Still in its early stages it has further to go in attracting a wider variety of writers and more practised readers, but it’s very promising and I’ll be back for the next one.
Free entry with limited spaces. For info on upcoming dates go here or email [email protected]