Sean Walsh

I climb the stairs to the attic – ‘clear day – moonlit night – to an empty room full of Might Have Been… ‘Cross the floor to a slanting ceiling, lever open the Velox window, look out across Joycean rooftops towards Dublin Bay and London… so far away…        

I doubt you will come across an angle on the story of Jesus’ passion and death which even remotely reflects what is to be found in this play. It is truly sui generis, one of a kind.

“For me the true gift of theatre, the real benediction of all art is the ringing bell which reverberates quietly and persistently in the head long after the curtain has come down… That sacred song is the only momentary stay we have against confusion…” – Brian Friel.   January 29, 1929 – Oct 9, 2015  

This from a Face book friend who lives in Canada when I posted about Pilate Under Pressure… He describes himself as self educated, works with his hands, and has not only read P U P but also my other scripts set against the backdrop of the first Good Friday: Three for Calvary… Veil… Conclave.  (All on Amazon.)  – S W...

So long ago?.. Seems like yesterday. Even now I close my eyes… re-call, re-live the noise, bustle, clamour, the sights, sounds, aromas, the stunning coloratura of Rome in the mid fifties…   Rome. Ah, yes. The Eternal City. Citadel of Pius the Twelfth, Pontefex Maximus. Rome of the Latin Ritual and the Strict Observance, of sanctity and sin, devotion and...