Posts Tagged: Tales

Chesterton Community College Drama


A bookcase full of life


Chesterton Youth Theatre

The Bully Plays by Nell Dunn

Chesterton Youth Theatre
Direction Suzy Marston





Pour réussir Phileas Fogg ne doit pas perdre une minute

Pour réussir Phileas Fogg ne doit pas perdre une minute.

Le tour du Monde en 80 jours JULES VERNE

Envol et Enracinement

We need imagination and dreams to live a life of beauty and change and a sense of reality to avoid being lost in illusions. The right balance is for each of us to strike as we go along. I have chosen these photographs because I see each as an expression of that balance, how to belong to the air and to the earth.

Le père conçut le dédale
Avec son fils, il apprit à voler
Pour s'échapper
Mais Icare vola trop haut
et seul Dédale survécut

Prendre assez de hauteur
Pour échapper aux profondeurs
Qui seraient notre prison
Sans bruler la construction
Sans laquelle nous sommes piétons

Comme on inspire et on expire
Comme on respire
Je crois que j'ai dit ce que j'avais à dire

M Krebs Neale

The father thought the maze
With his son, he learnt to fly
To escape
But Icarus flew too high
And only Daedalus survived

Let us take enough height
To escape the depth
Which would be our prison
Without burning the construction
Without which we are pedestrians

As you breath in and you breath out

I hope I've said what I had to say

M. Krebs Neale

Antonine Maillet et le retour des réfugiés / 1ere et 2 eme parties

Le retour de réfugiés que ce soit en 1755 en Acadie où au XXe siècle est douloureux et merveilleux. Il est le rêve de tous ceux qui ont dû quitter leurs racines, leurs maisons, leur terre.
Antonine Maillet, qui a non seulement hérité de l'amour d'une terre mais de l'amour d'une langue et du talent de conteur/conteuse, nous donne par la seule force des mots toutes les souffrances, tous les espoirs toutes les joies d'un peuple qui rentre au pays.


By the time the last petal fell


Once upon a time, in a faraway land,
A young Prince lived in a shining castle.
Although he had everything his heart desired,
The Prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.
But then, one winter's night, an old beggar-woman came to the castle,
And offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.
Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the Prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away,
But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances,
For beauty is found within.
And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away
To reveal a beautiful Enchantress.
The Prince tried to apologize, but it was too late,
For she had seen that there was no love in his heart.
And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.
Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.
The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would not bloom until his 21st year,
If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return,
By the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.
If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.
As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope.
For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Prologue from "Beauty and the Beast"