by David Robinson, 26th February 2015

Olwen Fouéré stands at the front of the stage; diminutive, commanding, silent and still. She intently surveys the patrons as they file in and get themselves settled. Without any cue from sound or lighting, or from Fouéré herself, the audience gradually hushes and awaits the performance. It’s not immediately forthcoming; the lights stay up and Fouéré remains in her spot for some time, perhaps to ensure that people are sufficiently acclimatised in order to fully appreciate what is to come.

We begin. Immediately, Fouéré launches into her piece, based on the last section of James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake. Words fly from her mouth and fill the auditorium and she becomes the voice of the river. 

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