Ming at British Museum free with Claremont Project. Just the nine places, dear?
Ah, nice quiet BM on a November evening with its iconic façade lit up and black railings shiny wet after the rains on London’s flagstones.
The Ming exhibition, costly at its price, is exceptionally well-laid-out what with jade coloured walls and plush red ones too.
We particularly liked quotes from past scholars emblazoned on the walls and then the jade jewels. We had to read twice the notes about boys captured and castrated in order to live as slaves in Royal palace. The film about ships in Ming times mesmerises. There was much to read and loads to ogle at.
The Claremont Project in Islington for whom I write newsletter articles as Joe Public had ten…. ten! tickets for the community viewing at the British Museum
for “Germany: Memories of a Nation”.
Up Your Street as Claremonteers went along. We all got in to the hallowed space to see German gold, Holbein art, Holocaust statistics, poster art and loads of religious stuff. It was good, not great, with a few surprises.
The Museum was busy as per. We refused to pay more than £2 for a cup of tea but scoffed our pineapple jam sandwiches and Polish cheese on Warburtons in the great café area by the Totem Poles or whatever we call them nowadays. One of our party wanted to go into the free digital workshop in the Samsung Room. It turned out to be for children only. She read every pamphlet on the information desk instead.
The British Museum , London has an exhibition on presently all about Shakespeare’s time and the culture which impacted on his writing. It is ace. It is sumptuous, magnetic and beautiful. It stumbles in a nod to modern multi-culturalism placing William in a diverse community. Its audio tracks are full of plums, enough to make you turn off and use your eyes a bit more in the dark, atmospheric round space. There’s gold and tapestries and pleats and Morocco. There’s a load of historical facts to take in and if you’ve learnt Shakespeare at any stage you’ll not find much new in the way of facts. Almost gets boring in the historical overload but remember it’s a visual feast.
I took the bus up and found myself as dusk descended listening to a mentally unbalanced woman on the top deck screeching and a driver not bothered because he’d just had confirmation that he wouldn’t have to do overtime. Frought ride. The Claremont Project in Islington had secured the free British Museum tickets as they are entitled to what with being a community group. At 7.15pm there was entertainment in the foyer with a singing group almost Kum Bayahing. Good. The lyrics pertained to Shakespeare, Dalston and the Globe Theatre and peace, love and the soul. I’ll revisit the wordsheet: Remember “Hackney Streets “by Rosen at the Round Chapel with BSix students. How I loved that! All done in The Round Chapel in Lower Clapton, Hackney.
Thank you BM and Cloaremont.