The people won’t forgive when the future custodian of a broken statue, a stripped wall, a desecrated grave, tells everyone who passes by, ‘Yes-yes, all this was destroyed by the revolution.’ The destroyers wear nihilism like a cockade — they think they destroy because they’re radicals. But they destroy because they’re disappointed conservatives — let down by the ancient dream of a perfect society where circles are squared and conflict is cancelled out. But there is no such place and Utopia is its name. So until we stop killing our way towards it, we won’t be grown up as human beings. Our meaning is in how we live in an imperfect world, in our time. We have no other.
Tom Stoppard, Salvage (Coast of Utopia Trilogy)
i re-read The Coast of Utopia today and, just, Stoppard’s non-Arcadia and Rosencrantz & Guildenstern works are so underappreciated on tumblr and i would like to try and rectify that.
(i may or may not’ve been specifically looking for this quote for a reason related to something i’m writing for shakespeareandpunk but shhhhh don’t tell her)
In 2012, Houston’s Main Street Theater presented the Utopia trilogy. It was only the second US company to produce the plays, after the star studded premiere at Lincoln Center. Main Street is a tiny theater in the round, production values were imaginative but minimal & the cast was local/regional—ranging from pretty good to quite excellent.
It was a privilege to see. Was it sad because all those hopes for a free Russia are, after all these years, still a distant dream? Yes. But we got to hear those words of hope….