Showing posts with label Mark Ravenhill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mark Ravenhill. Show all posts

Friday, 30 May 2014

Fagburn: Some Explicit Polaroids

Nude Male Model, two unique Polaroid prints, each: 4¼ x 3 3/8 in. (10.8 x 8.6 cm.), executed circa 1977, estimate: $3,000-$5,000.

Another one from the Andy Warhol's Eye Candy online auction.

If you've enjoyed reading Fagburn, feel free to buy me this.

Though $3,000 for two Polaroids seems a bit steep.

Have a nice weekend - I've given up.

Bums!
x

Sunday, 29 December 2013

Alan Bennett: Fuck

18 August. Watching the run-through of the touring version of People at the National I reflect that there isn’t much swearing in my plays. I imagine the characters in a play by Mark Ravenhill, say, get through more ‘fucks’ in the first five minutes than there are in my entire oeuvre. The first time I wrote ‘fuck’ in a script was in my second play, Getting On, and Kenneth More, who was the star (and swore all the time himself), refused to say it on the understandable grounds that it would reduce the takings at the matinĂ©es, and since he was on a percentage this mattered.

From Alan Bennett's 2013 diary, London Review Of Books.

Sunday, 4 August 2013

It's The Arts: With Mark Ravenhill

What were you doing Mummy in the decade before the world hit the biggest economic crisis in almost a century? 
Well, darling, I was learning not to talk and think like a grungy, angry artist but think and act more like New Labour cultural commissars and their friends in the banking sector. 
Mummy, would they be the ones who got us in to the whole mess that I’m going to be dealing with for my whole life time? 
Well, now you put it like that darling, yes I suppose they rather were. 
And you spent a decade trying to be more like them, Mummy? 
Well yes I rather did. 
And wasn’t that a rather stupid thing to do?

Well, not at the time, darling, no; because you see I thought it would get me some funding and then I could build a career path for myself in the creative industries. 
And did that work out for you Mummy? 
Shut up and go a nick a can of beans for your tea.
From Mark's great Inaugural Opening Address Of The Edinburgh Fringe Festival.
Full text on Postcards From The Gods - who points out some media reports of this indicate they weren't actually listening to what he actually said.
Surprise!

Saturday, 3 December 2011

Mark Ravenhill: Shakespeare & Fucking

"Mark Ravenhill, the controversial playwright with a talent for shocking audiences, was this week revealed as the new writer-in-residence at the Royal Shakespeare Company. Stratford may never be the same again. John Walsh imagines what the author of 'Shopping and Fucking' might do with the Bard's poetry..."

The Independent.
John Walsh writes a pastiche called 'Hamlet, Rent Boy'.
Beyong the title it's not very funny, but I did like their photographic "reimagining" of Mr Ravenhill.
Made me think of this video.

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Marc Almond: Edinburgh Man

Ten Plagues has got some rave reviews - ain't seen it yet, but I'm overjoyed for you two boys.
Sounds like it'll be a little bit amazing.
Wow.

• They are doing it in Edinburgh.

Thursday, 26 May 2011

Bette Bourne: The Movie!

Bette Bourne & Mark Ravenhill talk about their new documentary from Jeremy Jeffs on Vimeo.

It's Bette's 70s, basically,
The Gay Liberation Front, radical drag, The Brixton Fairies commune, The Bloolips, Quentin Crisp...
Sounds amazing, doesn't it?
But you can't watch it.
Nothing personal, but they need to raise a bit more money to finish the thing.
Maybe you could help them out?