Listen, You Can Hear the Sound of No Hands Clapping (2 stars)

This article is from 2019

Listen, You Can Hear the Sound of No Hands Clapping

Chaotic mash-up in existential mode

From its Zen-inspired title, through the proud boast of avant-garde style in the blurb, to the mish-mash of familiar historical characters on stage, Ponder Theatre are refusing the obvious and easy. Using Paradise Lost as a foundation, it rambles around big issues, from the purpose of life, the absence or presence of God, the relationship between art and artist and the overwhelming history that overshadows all art, denying resolutions and building on fragments of earlier texts.

The ensemble cast are enthusiastic, but struggle to match the grandeur of the language. The heavy texts are juxtaposed, attacking each other and lending the script the disorder of a mash-up and the density of epic poetry. Meanings are lost and recovered, the play grinds its characters down and while the furious absurdism becomes evident in the final scene, the ambitions are too great to be sustained by the dramaturgy. Recreating famous names of the canon presents a series of problems, not least their recognisability, and the script is too heavy to offer coherence.

Although Ponder are clearly willing to face up to the problems of the past, and are using the power of the canon to clear a path, this production stumbles against its intentions and lacks a necessary clarity.

theSpace on North Bridge, run ended.

Listen, You Can Hear the Sound of No Hands Clapping

  • 2 stars

Ponder Theatre What happens when we bring era-defining characters back to life? A thought-provoking avant-garde history-play, exploring the self through the epic, Paradise Lost. Watch our characters emerge from history into a timeless void. A director and artist break onto the stage emerging into Dickens’ London pub, Ye…