Find the Sunday School book in Cornwall on a windy sunny afternoon. En route back from a shopping trip in Penzance, stop at a beach cafe in Marazion and buy a pasty to eat by the sea. The chapel on St Michael's Mount was of course a pilgrimage site (some people thought the Holy Grail was kept there). But I wasn't thinking of pilgrimage.
My thoughts in fact turned to Elektra - the play - that I'd been reading in the garden before I left. Since I saw the Covent Garden production of Richard Strausss' opera a few weeks ago I've not been able to get crazed Elektra out of my mind. Other opera seems light-weight compared to this .
And then the pasty disintegrated in my hands: it must have been frozen but not fully thawed before being baked. The pastry was cooked on the ends but not the meat in the middle. Everything fell to the sand. Blood in my hands. A visual metaphor for the themes of the play....
Couldn't even bring myself to take it back to the cafe.
Later, en route to the Star Inn, Porkellis, listened to this on the car radio. Mary Coughlan.
My thoughts in fact turned to Elektra - the play - that I'd been reading in the garden before I left. Since I saw the Covent Garden production of Richard Strausss' opera a few weeks ago I've not been able to get crazed Elektra out of my mind. Other opera seems light-weight compared to this .
And then the pasty disintegrated in my hands: it must have been frozen but not fully thawed before being baked. The pastry was cooked on the ends but not the meat in the middle. Everything fell to the sand. Blood in my hands. A visual metaphor for the themes of the play....
Couldn't even bring myself to take it back to the cafe.
Later, en route to the Star Inn, Porkellis, listened to this on the car radio. Mary Coughlan.
