Sean Walsh

“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...

Sean Walsh. 570 words. Sixty years… So long ago?.. Seems like yesterday… Even now I close my eyes and re-live… re-call the noise and bustle and clamour, the sights and sounds and 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...

Autumn, 1949. Franciscan (open) college, Multyfarnham, Co Westmeath. Me in sixth year. The start of my first – and last – year as a boarder… A few weeks later work began in earnest on the annual Christmas play; as it happened, the friar in charge of production, Father Arthur Jordan (gone to God), had decided on an abridged version of...

B A C K A four-letter word – but with quite a punch! Reviewing Veil, Mark Two, getting it ready for publication – finally – it suddenly came to me: see how this word occurs from time to time, Sean… At the end of the very first scene, Azarias cries out to Yahweh: “Give me back my son!.. Give me...