Reviews for Goldoni: Volume Two

The average rating for Goldoni: Volume Two based on 2 reviews is 3 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2014-10-27 00:00:00 James Flores Jr LEONARDO: What glass cuts at my tongue! Because I wished to forget and build a wall out of stone between your house and mine. It's true? Don't you remember? And when I saw you afar I threw sand in my eyes. But then I climbed on my horse and the horse came to your door. With the silver pins of your veil my blood turned to darkness, and dreams they filled my flesh with the rank odour of weeds. But the guilt of it isn't mine, the guilt belongs to the earth it is the perfume that rises from your breasts and your hair.

Review # 2 was written on 2021-01-09 00:00:00 Manfred Malterer Lorca manages the nearly unmanagable: to be a poet within the world of modern theatre. This long-forgotten tradition is what makes him so unique compared to his contemporaries. Yet within the poetry, you find harsh criticisms and the views and opinions of a man way ahead of his time. The blood creeps through this particular collection, sliding from one page to the next, engulfing the reader and the character is a blood wave whose force I can only visualise, in my mind, with S. Kubrick's most infamous "lift scene". Yerma is the one play that touched me most. The story resonates sadly until this day: A woman, today, of "advanced age", unmarried and childless, is frowned upon and often told - even by other women - that she will never know what it means "to be a woman". The discrimination of older childless women is worrying me today as much as it probably occupied Lorca. The presumption that motherhood equals womanhood needs to be seriously revised and Lorca's "blood trilogy" can only help in this sense. In some ways, he was a true feminist. Truer than many self-proclaimed feminists of these days anyway. A visionary book, oozing the blood of humanity on every page, without doubt.