I have a beautiful new header, courtesty of – custom-made to unite the twin poles of my inner life (wow, that sounds pretentious!) On the left we have the wonderful Anthony Sher as Prospero renouncing his magic and on the right we have David Tennant in his very last moment as the Tenth Doctor. In between, the last few lines of The Tempest.
I’ve written about the Baxter Theatre production of The Tempest previously in this journal – it would be difficult to think of a moment in the theatre that has affected me more deeply than the one illustrated here, where Prospero, suddenly feeling every year of his age, renounces his power to be a petty god motivated by revenge on his own little island. The internal struggle he was going through was etched on Antony Sher’s face. The words of the header are widely (but inaccurately) believed to be Shakespeare’s own farewell to the power of writing and the theatre.
David Tennant, in his own way, said more or less the same as Prospero when he spoke the words, "I don’t want to go," and metamorphosed, like it or not, into someone different. So – three dramatic farewells, and two massive influences that have defined my life. Officially I study Shakespeare, but I also study Doctor Who, and I’d like to formalize that one day. Thank you to for bringing it all together in this beautiful image.