Posted by: Weekly Dive | 7/6/2016 | Shakespeare's Macbeth + Typewriters
1940s Remington Rand Noiseless
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Staging theatre at Sloss Furnaces (SHAKESPEAREATSLOSS.ORG) can be treacherous. During our closing performance, my Macbeth leapt up on a railing to look out over Sloss’ considerable acreage, scouting the bagpipe band half a mile away. He’d made the leap countless times during rehearsals and a previous performance, but this time he slipped. The railing split the skin on his forehead, and he poured blood for the rest of this scene. I knew he would give me a sign if he wanted to stop … but he didn’t miss a word. In particular, he delivered the line shown here with unparalleled nihilistic rage. When I’m back in Alabama, I still run into folks who were at that show, and they remember this moment.
The only machine appropriate for “signifying nothing” was my Remington Rand Noiseless. After an hour of pounding on other machines, this one really did seem noiseless. I love its curvy matte black styling. In the spirit of being heard no more, I offer no links to its history.
Image credit: Elizabeth Hunter
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