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	<title>Comments on: East 10th Street: Self-Portrait With Empty House</title>
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		<title>By: Ginny Clapp</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ginny Clapp</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 21:44:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve known and loved Edgar and his sister, Helen, for many years. I&#039;ve always thought his creations to be amazing works that had yet to be discovered. Now here we are! East 10th Street is a wonderful journey into Edgar&#039;s world and has to be experienced. It&#039;s a testament to Edgar&#039;s storytelling ability that he can totally recreate the house on 10th Street and its inhabitants while alone, on stage, in the dark all alone. It&#039;s a beautiful thing!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve known and loved Edgar and his sister, Helen, for many years. I&#8217;ve always thought his creations to be amazing works that had yet to be discovered. Now here we are! East 10th Street is a wonderful journey into Edgar&#8217;s world and has to be experienced. It&#8217;s a testament to Edgar&#8217;s storytelling ability that he can totally recreate the house on 10th Street and its inhabitants while alone, on stage, in the dark all alone. It&#8217;s a beautiful thing!!</p>
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		<title>By: Fringe- two theatre reviews &#171; Le Singe de Darwin</title>
		<link>http://www.londontheatreblog.co.uk/east-10th-street-self-portrait-with-empty-house/#comment-6945</link>
		<dc:creator>Fringe- two theatre reviews &#171; Le Singe de Darwin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 23:27:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] two theatre&#160;reviews  You can read my reviews of East 10th Street and Funny at LTB. Possibly related posts: (automatically [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] two theatre&nbsp;reviews  You can read my reviews of East 10th Street and Funny at LTB. Possibly related posts: (automatically [...]</p>
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		<title>By: staceyjoy</title>
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		<dc:creator>staceyjoy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 20:39:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I finally saw Edgar give this mesmerizing monologue a few nights ago, and let me tell you...It&#039;s all true. I lived down the block, my ex lived across the street from this infamous house, and Edgar is NOT making it up. I remember walking by numerous times and seeing the ex-postman dead drunk on the small stoop, when I inquired why someone doesn&#039;t do something to remove him, I was told he lived there! I was introduced to Edgar and Helen, and spent some time inside, late &#039;70&#039;s early &#039;80&#039;s. A fantastic story, told magnificently. A must see. Edgar&#039;s sister Helen&#039;s paintings are eerie and exquisite as well.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I finally saw Edgar give this mesmerizing monologue a few nights ago, and let me tell you&#8230;It&#8217;s all true. I lived down the block, my ex lived across the street from this infamous house, and Edgar is NOT making it up. I remember walking by numerous times and seeing the ex-postman dead drunk on the small stoop, when I inquired why someone doesn&#8217;t do something to remove him, I was told he lived there! I was introduced to Edgar and Helen, and spent some time inside, late &#8217;70&#8217;s early &#8217;80&#8217;s. A fantastic story, told magnificently. A must see. Edgar&#8217;s sister Helen&#8217;s paintings are eerie and exquisite as well.</p>
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		<title>By: Kate Foy</title>
		<link>http://www.londontheatreblog.co.uk/east-10th-street-self-portrait-with-empty-house/#comment-5680</link>
		<dc:creator>Kate Foy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 08:32:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve always found some of the best theatre does this to me - makes me cringe, then laugh, then catch myself out laughing &#039;inappropriately.&#039; 

I remember seeing Ralph Richardson oh so many years ago when I was at drama school. He was playing Firs, the doddery old servant in &#039;The Cherry Orchard.&#039; I recall laughing out loud at his silliness at the end of the play when everyone had gone, and he&#039;d been left behind! And then he died ... and I cried!  Playing with your head and your heart? You bet! These are the plays I recall.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve always found some of the best theatre does this to me &#8211; makes me cringe, then laugh, then catch myself out laughing &#8216;inappropriately.&#8217; </p>
<p>I remember seeing Ralph Richardson oh so many years ago when I was at drama school. He was playing Firs, the doddery old servant in &#8216;The Cherry Orchard.&#8217; I recall laughing out loud at his silliness at the end of the play when everyone had gone, and he&#8217;d been left behind! And then he died &#8230; and I cried!  Playing with your head and your heart? You bet! These are the plays I recall.</p>
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		<title>By: Liam Fox</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liam Fox</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 15:03:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A well written and captivating review.  The review alone fills me with curiosity and an empty sense of dread. It has me simultaneously hoping that I&#039;ll get a chance to see this work and afraid that I might get that chance.  &quot;Now we want to, now we don&#039;t.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A well written and captivating review.  The review alone fills me with curiosity and an empty sense of dread. It has me simultaneously hoping that I&#8217;ll get a chance to see this work and afraid that I might get that chance.  &#8220;Now we want to, now we don&#8217;t.&#8221;</p>
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