Crazy Composition Competition – the entries are rolling in!

We’ve received some amazing entries for our Crazy Composition Competition and there’s still time to submit a poem of your own for a chance to win a pair of opening night tickets for King Lear starring Colm Feore!

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Here’s what you need to take home this amazing prize!*

In an e-mail to socialmedia@stratfordfestival.ca, please include:

  • A poem of no more than 20 lines about the Festival’s 2014 season playbill and themes. It can take the form of a Shakespearean sonnet, a haiku, a limerick, free verse – you name it!
  • Your first and last name.
  • Your mailing address, e-mail address and phone number.

Check out the amazing line-up of poems entered so far for our Crazy Composition Competition! Don’t forget that that the final day to submit an entry is December 17, 2013 at midnight!
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Written by: Diane Haggerty

This cold night we are all turning into fools and madmen
Life is short; we’re growing older. “Shall we dance, dear King?” said I, or tiptoe out…
In midsummer we have impossible dreams of Red Kings and Bastards and monks with their poison cups
But now we see only mirrors tilting, and kittens.
Load the bountiful cheeses and cherries on the wagon and count to eleven, striking the donkey that jabbers
While four lovers in a closet are dreaming of asps and swords
Perhaps I am a man, perhaps I am a woman – perhaps I am mad
And so, shaking my spear, I end with the overture.

Written by: Aidan Ware

From ancient empire Egypt to the stars of La Mancha’s past
We gaze through our looking glass

Minds in madness run, their turmoil cast

To crowds waiting in the darkness for a King

As flickering foes in the distance sing

A dream will dance upon a midsummer night stage
And rage

Like a wild soul in the blindness of fate
Blistering lovers’ lust lost
Thrones tossed

To a vortex of voices vying

In crazed confusion crying
At the edges of reason

Ragged treason

Carried with a snake or knife

Through the empty words of life
From great Egypt to La Mancha
We gaze
Where madness forces back the curtain

And plays

Written by: Dana Sorensen

“A Poet’s Madness”

With breathe of wind and dark of evening cast
Shrouds a bard as he whispers and writes
Amidst a sea of paper, blank and vast
The cause of many a sleepless night

His thoughts are fleeting, his heart is beating
Grabs at the pool of ideas in his mind
Memory fickle, his body begins heating
And madness overcomes, turns his senses blind

Calm breeze turns storm of storms, nature rages
And sweet release comes in the form of skill
He thought of the crowd, he thought of the stage
As madness seeps through body and pours through quill

He picks up page, with dawn comes mind so clear
A whisper so soft “Here resides King Leer”

Written by: Yvonne Hord

Festival madness
abounds in twenty fourteen.
Who will escape here?

Written by: Tom Valcke

I fear
King Lear
Is near.
Oh dear!

Written by: Monica Reid

Roses are red
violets are blue
bill hut was my 1st Lear
want to see number 2

Really.

Written by: David Rose

I’ve heard that at Stratford next year
Colm Feore will be playing King Lear.
And also it seems
There’ll be two separate “Dreams”
An inspiring season of Shakespeare.

It’s billed as the year of the loony.
But the “Man” being played by Tom Rooney,
King John, Tony and Cleo,
Fever, Alice and The Beaux,
Will be surely worth more than a twoney.

Written by: Robin Bennett

Madness: Minds Pushed to the Edge – Young love:
“How do I love you?
Take this Earth
And drop it into the night sky.
Wait…for a billion years.
Gather all the starlight
The Earth has seen on its journey;
Collect that starlight in a kiss;
Place that kiss upon your lips.
That is how much I love you.”

Written by: Doug Ironside

Twas Anthony danced with an Egyptian queen,
Playbills extolling an Impossible Dream
Madness of Lear offset by the mildest Colm
More Crazy for You, ‘twixt long legs and… lip balm

And there on the boards, we’ll see the courage of mothers
A tyrannical Rex, obsessed with his druthers…
The fever of Hay, Christina, the King !
On a Mid-Summer’s Night, the play’s indeed, the thing.

And speaking of Queens, we’ll have one crimson red
Calling for Alice and others to lose their dear heads
Stratagems, scheming, love, daring, piety
This new year before us, simply bursting with variety

It’s at Stratford!, kind folks, where you’ll come quite undone
For this season, there’s magic for each, everyone.

Written by: Paul Knowles

The Bard is buried in the Church of the Holy Trinity…
And equally so, deep in our consciousness
In the infinity of idea and dream,
Where life is not at all as it seems it should be,
Unless… life is to be lived as a lunacy,
And we should be watchful for questing souls
And rabbit holes
And cabbages and things that go off in the night.
Ah, then, it would be entirely right
To embrace the strange
And posture as kings
To love to excess;
To discover the range
Of impossible things
Revealed in a jest
To rage at each stage
Of our lunatic lives,
Lived larger than life
On the brightest edge of the brightest knife
That cuts clean through the madness.

Written by: Gary Nichols

A Tender Leaf

Tumbling leaf a rolling along
What a proud tree you are from
Now the breeze indeed determines you must dance
traveling beyond this worldly scene
Oh how angels show up sometimes
in the fall gusts that blow a prancing leaf

Once  two brave and splendid lovers sat under your tree
The cold and rain a coming
They cared not

Cupid’s dart was set

The forest shrouded the ensconced ones

There true love radiant among the verdure

But that was from another long ago age
And the love of my life is gone
The gods have swept you up and turned you to the wind
a gentle leaf a dancing and prancing in the falling gusts
reminds me of our Fall in Stratford where lovers swoon

Written by: Anastasia K. Nakis

If love be merely a madness
Then Stratford be thy true north
In coming year fast approaching
Be one with kings, sprites and ghosts.
Their pain is real as you and I
Their vast expressions never lie
With passion, sex and dreams alike
Their follies do blanket the night.
Though courtship may not be as it seems
The mirror proves illusory
Through eyes of young girl in love
A boy will capture but a dove.
So come be one with heroes and foes
Walk the plank and smell the rose
Though it be madness I must see
How it shapes and animates thee.

Written by: Sheila Brown

The Madness of Driving

The madness of driving
On a Tuesday night
To Stratford with
The Boy and the Girl
Teaching them to love the theatre
The beautiful noise
An enchanted night and then.
Return to home
The same Tuesday night
Richer by far
I roll down the windows
On the highway
The wind takes us home.

Written by: Sookie Mei

Stratford Fest productions in the year twenty fourteen
Will be amongst the CRAZIEST the town has ever seen
The theme of Madness will prevail, with Minds Pushed to the Edge
As if all sanity has gone and jumped off of a ledge!

The Shakespeare fans will marvel at the madness of King Lear
and how the love-mad Antony holds Cleopatra dear
King John will see the lunacy of fam’ly bickering
And “Dream” just makes insanity of every one and thing!

The title says it all in Stratford’s show Crazy For You
La Mancha’s Don Quixote feels the pull of madness, too
The Beaux’ Strategem brings some Restoration lunacy
And Alice, Through the Looking Glass is nuts as she can be!

Remaining characters who feel their minds have gone awry
Are Mother Courage and her kids – with chaos they will lie
Christina tips convention on its head with manic ease
And Hay Fever will drive you mad with efforts not to sneeze!

So, all in all, the newest plays include insanity
Which makes them quite appealing to a crazy girl like me!!
I’m sure the crowds will love the shows, if only just to see
Compared to these mad people, they’re as sane as sane can be!

Written by: Shannon Murray

What common thread unites the varied stories Of lovers, lunatics, and fairy kings, Of greatness lost and falls from former glories, Minds on the edge, the shocks betrayal brings?

Misguided lovers wander through the wood; Youth disappointed, age cut off from aid, The public peace is lost for private good, Monsters disguised as windmills, plots well laid, Eyes gouged, snake bites, and bestial transformation— Some clarity when mind and nature stormed — A ruler’s failings make a failing nation:

All blinded, all misguided, all transformed.

But madmen, lovers, dreamers meet in this:

Through suffering alone we catch at bliss.

Written by: Vince Kennedy

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White swans will loose their relevance admist the crowds
Pushing forward to see Sullen get pursued
The Church will shudder from the froth of gossip
As Aldonza is assaulted and Alice’s transformation takes a twist
Of the knife, gritty as the bent emotions of Cordelia, daughter
And Polly better have rhythm, and the Blisses a nor’easter bluster
For in Christina who dallies with those she should not
Will be found the bittersweet  of Balzac’s  creamy croc
While Constance continues to tilt for son and pope
The old Man’s accused, he witnessed Hermia elope,
Heard Courage damn her fate and felt the ripples of the Nile
As Cleo stepped onto that royal bark, taking risk sublime
Stratford festoons with senses divine
And burghers sit back, and watch from behind.
All the while, the rivulet runs on, looking for the sea
And the pigeons regret not seeing the toss
Of the last crumbling piece from the Prune’s cake boss.
Infirmity of the mind is the only escape
From present’s tyranny,
And only the mad and the dead are truly ever free.

Written by: Shadi Hanna

The stage lights low, a tale foretold.
A story of a king who once ruled with heart.
A man once rich in bounties and gold.
Three daughters, now each being given a part.
Plot unaware of the dangers ahead.
As our characters strive to live life at its best.
Emotionally scarred, leaving a man’s sanity for dead.
A body remains, God takes all the rest.
A soul-searching journey to find memories gone by.
Tip-toeing a path on the brink of despair.
Sorting through history, the truth and the lie.
Finding place in the world, a glory so rare.
A struggle so common, but historically placed.
The life of King Lear, now truly being faced.

Written by: Michelle Ecker

When, in disgrace with the state of movies, I at home beweep my theatreless state And trouble Shakespeare up in Heaven with my bootless cries And look upon my Elizabethan abridged set and curse my theatreless fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in sophisticated entertainment, Featured like the Avon theatre proscenium stage, like her with Man of La Mancha tickets possess’d, Desiring this man’s money and that woman’s car, With silly comedies and lame comic book movies contented least; Yet in the movie theatre myself almost despising, Happily I think on seeing King Lear at Stratford, and then my state, Like at the first glimpse of a Stratford swan at break of day arising From right here north of Toronto, recites soliloquies at the thought of entering Stratford’s gate; For Colm Feore’s acting remember’d such wealth brings That then I await the thought of sharing the theatre with kings.

Written by: Anne Sigrist

Madness is the theme this year
and will include a king named Lear.

Each play will be its own illusion
of love and lust and self delusion.

So rich a subject to explore,
psychosis, rage and so much more

that’s out of sync, beyond control,
that takes you down the rabbit hole

to question what is dream or true
and analyze all that you knew.

Obsessive thoughts, compulsive deeds.
In spite of you, you know it leads

to mysteries of minds and hearts,
where reason ends and madness starts.

Written by: Donna Latham

CRAZY FOR YOU, FESTIVAL

I’m Crazy for You, Festival.
I’m mad about the plays.
So Fever’d for you, Festival,
I’ll theatre-hop for days.

I’m dotty for both A and C,
A loon for Looking Glass,
Demented for Beaux’ Strategem,
And dream I love an ass.

I’m simply gaga for King John,
Cuckoo for Christina,
Just screaming mad for Shakespeare’s Lear—
You know what I mean-a.

I’m so loco for LaMancha,
Mental for Ma Courage,
Besotted with you, Festival—
Look! There’s Richard Burbage!

I’m Crazy for You, Festival.
I’m howling at the moon.
They’re coming to take me away
To hear your fanfare soon.

Written by: Daniel Coo

Come sit, amidst the swirl of Flibberdigibits and
A giant’s windmilling limbs.
How fearful and dizzy to cast one’s eyes about-
One dame is carting about, another is taking delivery
Of a basket of worms.
I can trust not those cunning waters of mine eyes,
The midway air choked by song
Or carpenters and kings, and
Half way down hangs one who gathers
Muskrose and eglantine.
Those who walk the Avon shore appear like mice
And yond barge soundeth a brassy tune.
I’ll look long, should even my brain turn
And admit not deficient sight nor stopped ears,
But a love resting crazy for thou.

Written by: Meg Cormack

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Thou, the stage, art my goddess as it seems,
Eternity given into our eyes,
Swift as shadows where words become our dreams.

To dream the impossible is what deems,
Beggary in love reckoned through the cries:
Thou, the stage, art my goddess as it seems.

While through the looking-glass surely redeems,
A life of sweet, sweet, sweet poison and lies,
Swift as shadows where words become our dreams.

Through salad days and midsummer night schemes,
The world confesses its everyday ties,
Thou, the stage, art my goddess as it seems.

From queens of hearts to the girl king extremes,
Crazy to fever to courage that flies,
Swift as shadows where words become our dreams.

With lyric and sonnet this season beams,
Themed mortality awaiting reprise,
Thou, the stage, art my goddess as it seems,
Swift as shadows where words become our dreams.

Written by: Kylene Walker

Alone

‘Nothing will come of nothing’ is what the old man said,
But perhaps the ‘nothing’ that he spoke of was all inside his head.
Staring blankly at the strangers searching, hoping for the traces
Of the people he once saw among the sea of angry faces.
And a hush falls over the crowd as he stands a man alone.

Surrounded by his books the pages slowly come alive,
Wand’ring, tortured, there is one way for a hero to survive:
Beneath the armour of a knight (with a limping horse and mule)
To stand before the giants and all at once become the fool.
And a hush falls over the crowd as the hero stands alone.

Peeling paper, dusty curtains in a large abandoned room
A girl’s reflection changes to reveal an uffish plume.
Trapped beneath the surface of an ever-changing world,
Crying, screaming, and repeating with the hopes of being heard.
And a hush falls over the crowd as the young girl stands alone.

Return now to the old man whose past friends are gone or blind,
Does he teach us of the dangers of a storm-beguiled mind?
Or the hero and the young girl bravely walking hand-in-hand
Is there only so much madness that we’re able to withstand?
And a hush falls over the stage as the crowd now stands alone.

Written by: Jeremy Gretton

Seasoning of madness, you say?  Sounds like trouble brewing, but here’s something to stew over:
An a-salt to the senses, peppered with
King Lear’s mind gone, power gone, daughters gone – ril… but no tarra-gon.  Everything gone, or at least not all there.
Gone. Gone.  Another king, John. And a Queen, Christina – with such power to… bare,
making even Toronto politics seem tame.
Next step in this seasoning game – add just a dash of Antony, and Cleopatra, his flame.
But don’t add too much – she might be hot, but is a pain in the asp.
And Shakespeare’s Bottom, really such an ass.  But enough about Shakespeare’s bottom…
Not enough kick?  The answer?  A dancer!  They’ve got rhythm.  And don’t forget Mother Courage and Her Daughters, by Brecht.  Brecht had rhythm.  Arrhythmia, in fact.
STILL not enough kick?  We already have a donkey!  But Bottom is a bit asinine.
How about Donkey Hoté?  I mean, Don Quixote.  The Man of la Mancha is a true giant of literature.  Or perhaps a windmill, after all.
Add a pitchfork-ful of Hay … Fever.  Nothing to sneeze at, though the playwright’s a bit of a Coward.  Or at least not in his wright mind.
Add Alice to the mix, and see if you can add the March Hare to the stew … but no one could eat the entire hare!  In other words, I’ve never seen someone down the rabbit whole.
Seasoning of madness.  A recipe for disaster.
What’s that?  “Season” of madness?  I misheard?   HAHAHAHAHA. HAHA. HA.
Sorry, but I simply don’t know what a season of madness looks like.  I am play-ful, but not insane.

Written by: E. Gay Gretton

It’s a season of madness, minds pushed to the edge
Some comic, some fantasy, tragic
Twelve plays and musicals, souls to engage
And experience Stratford’s fine magic.

There are kings, Lear and John, and Girl King Christina
And Queen Cleopatra from far
Mother Courage and children where virtue brought death
And the Man of La Mancha’s a star.

Come raise a cheer to impossible dreams,
Of men like Bob Child, Don Quixote,
You will see I’ve got rhythm, they’re crazy for you
As long as they don’t think we’re dotty!

Come and dream in midsummer or peer through the glass
Of Alice to see what is there
Or laugh at the folly of Archer and Aimwell
And the Bliss family if you dare.

And you may find this madness has wisdom beneath
And lessons to teach us, each one.
For we are all human with flaws of our own
But it’s perfectly clear – we’ll have fun!

Written by: Janine Marley

A Sonnet for Stratford 2014

The mind plays tricks only our eyes can see,
Blind is the rest of the world to that sight.
How real it seems, how high the cliffs may be,
Or castle walls from which young boys take flight.
The precipice, the void lie straight ahead.
The darkness, all consuming, it calls for
One final victim. For one to be dead
Is for one to need to suffer no more.
But oh! to feel the pangs of true love!
To blush and sigh and sing as lovers do.
To praise the Gods who bless us from above,
And dance with faeries in the morning dew.
Though a merry madness may take us far,
Not all are mad, but the best people are!

Written by: Danielle Eyer

Consume Me, Madness

Consume me, madness, in thy holy flames
that I may rest awhile in thy restraint
and dream Egyptian queens to deadly dames
that they may perish fools, and I, a saint.
Though through the looking glass we drift,
though Cupid prick us with its potent bud,
our mind must be aware, and our feet swift
that madness may not sweep us in its flood.
When th’oceans pale my lips to sickly shade,
or fire flush the iv’ry from my cheek,
avenge me with thy cruel and vorpal blade
that I may flee by cover of mystique.
Though madness may be nigh, a storm to come,
escape reports to others, not to some.

Written by: Jessica Seguin

Theatre life, a form of madness is,
With gowns of seeming silk and backward days;
Despite the changing scene of all show biz,
T’is still a voice for those with things to say.
Within this stagéd world, the lies speak truth;
Behind the gilded curtain of love feigned,
A glimpse of heart and soul for aged and youth;
A mad world, yes, but that’s what makes it sane.
My clouds of acting madness here amassed,
My eyes a-fixed to Stratford’s faméd stage
Where dwell mad Kings and Spanish knights and Glass
Through which a wond’rous land of chess doth rage.
This life of joys and woes, madness may be –
To Stratford, thanks. Such madness is for me.

Written by: Laurie Blackley

Let Madness Reign

First we shall sing about theatre and Polly,
an Impossible Dream that appears as sheer folly.

Now comes the family of wails and kisses;
It may seem like chaos but surely is Blisses.

Next through the glass for an odd game of chess;
Twas brillag with mimsy and strange backwardness.

Now madness for money, woman adored,
Seems tumult of passion but all is Restored.

Ah, here are the fairies magically playing,
confounding the forest with giddily braying.

Desire and lust do unhinge the mind;
destruction of both; in death now entwined.

And where do ambition and fear make rest?
In a cup of poison and a life undressed.

How dare this girl Queen be reckless and bold?
The freedom she seeks only time will unfold.

We see fever of war where children do die;
So grinds away life as unceasing sigh.

And last, behold the madding of his heart:
Lear cradles Cordelia as worlds come apart.

Written by: Nikki McQueen

Abyss

The essence of life becomes fleeting, emotive, ever changing
The illusion becomes a raving, rampant monster of addled lunacy

Our inferno paths burn bright with turbulent, frenzied and wild abandonment

Our dreams of reality become extinguished through the eternal windmills of time

Infinite, chaotic

Extinguish the maddening and intermittent pathos

Temper the raging beast within.

Written by: Hannah Hoogendam

There lies a great town on the Avon
That every summer puts plays on.
I go every year
with friends who are dear
And we share in the joy as we rave on (about how great the plays are).

Written by: Dallas Gow

There once was a girl named Cordelia,
Who refused to expound her regphilia.
She was treated like heck,
‘Til she swung from her neck.
Poor girl had it worse than Ophelia!

There once was an earl from Gloucester,
Whose second son was nearly a foster.
His way smelled to Dover,
To throw himself over,
Lo his first son had been an imposter!

There once was a king of old England,
Who split in two parts his fine kingdom.
He wasn’t so bad,
‘Til he went barking mad,
Then he tore off his clothes and it killed ‘im.

There once was a cruel duke named Cornwall,
Whose ambition did drive him to conquer all.
He gouged out two eyes,
Was stabbed; then he died.
And his widow was knocked off by Goneril.

Written by: Emma Smith

Now let us find the point of connection

A dazzling love affair with the stage
A courage that reaches across the lines
Ambition resonates on the offbeat

Illusion is too quick to be outpaced
Genius dwells among the doomed and the lost
And the redness follows, not far behind

The giddiest heights are reached in the dark
Hilarity diverts the eccentrics
Still, a dream might drown whatever remains

What is it really, if not delusion?

Written by: Jacob Bildy

Next year, you’ll see at Stratford’s Festival,
Tragedies and histories, and some more –
Dramas, comedies here to enthrall,
All those listeners who do adore
Crazy men in suits of gilded armour,
And quaint white rabbits wearing monocles,
Battles and tricks and deceptions and more –
And flittering fairies quite magical.
So different and yet so similar
Are Alice, Antony and Alonso.
All dreamers, all wishers, these titular
Characters, who have goals which, to their woe
Aren’t always easy, but their journey
Is put to words – to script – for all to see.
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Enjoy a good laugh at Blithe Spirit – for only $39!

by Valerie Morelli 

Theatre advocate and newly selected marketing intern Valerie Morelli recounts her experience of seeing Blithe Spirit at the Festival. Enjoy her guest blog, PLUS a special offer!
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Earlier last week I had the pleasure of seeing Blithe Spirit at the Avon Theatre. It had been some time since I last sat down in those velvety red seats, but as I entered my row I was reminded of the charm of this one-time vaudeville house.

The theatre is beautiful, but even it couldn’t prepare me for the set that was hidden behind the curtain. As the lights dimmed and the crowd’s murmurs began to subside, the curtain rose to reveal an intricately designed English-style house in the Kent countryside. The crowd immediately “oohed” and “aahed,” and a few people even clapped! I’d never seen such detailed scenic work – it had clearly taken hours upon hours to complete.

I had never seen Blithe Spirit before, so at first I didn’t know what to expect – but Noël Coward’s brilliant, fast-paced script immediately assured me that I was in for a wonderful comedy. The ensemble is so strong and has great chemistry on stage, delivering laugh after laugh.

The play centres on an otherworldly dilemma: Charles Condomine (Ben Carlson), the husband of a seemingly perfect couple, accidentally summons the ghost of his late wife, Elvira (Michelle Giroux), when he hosts a séance with the help of a quirky medium, named Madame Arcati (Seana McKenna). Unfortunately, Elvira’s reappearance is no laughing matter for Charles’ current wife, Ruth (Sara Topham), who can tell that her ectoplasmic counterpart has devious intentions.

This show about a marriage thrown into comic confusion is definitely a must-see – and its ending is really exciting!

Michelle Giroux, Ben Carlson, Seana McKenna, Sara Topham. Photography by Don Dixon.

Michelle Giroux, Ben Carlson, Seana McKenna, Sara Topham. Photography by Don Dixon.

Join us for a laugh on May 25, 2013, and get tickets to Blithe Spirit for just $30 – including A+ seats!*

On Facebook? Try booking with Stratford Social Ticketing and creating an event page!

  • Visit our Facebook page and click on the Stratford Social Ticketing Tab
  • Select the May 25 performance of Blithe Spirit
  • Enter promo code 49201 in the “Have a Promo Code” box at the top of the “Select Your Seat” page
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OR

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  • Select the May 25 performance of Blithe Spirit
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Not available on May 25? No worries! We’re offering $39 tickets to see Blithe Spirit on May 29 and June 8, 13 and 16!**

  • Visit our Facebook page and click on the Stratford Social Ticketing Tab
  • Select Blithe Spirit on May 29 or June 8, 13 or 16
  • Enter promo code 49202 in the “Have a Promo Code” box at the top of the “Select Your Seat” page
  •  Select your seats (excluding A+) and check out!

OR

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  • Select Blithe Spirit on May 29 or June 8, 13 or 16
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See you at the theatre!

*Offer may expire without notice. Only available for the May 25, 2013, performance of Blithe Spirit. May not be combined with any other offers or on previously purchased tickets. Price excludes applicable taxes and handling fee. Valid on selected dates only, while quantities last. Performances, casting and dates subject to change without notice. Excludes group orders of 15 tickets or more to one performance date. Not available by phone or in person.

**Offer may expire without notice. Not available on A+ seating. May not be combined with any other offers or applied to previously purchased tickets. Price excludes applicable taxes and handling fee. Valid on selected dates only, while quantities last. Performances, casting and dates subject to change without notice. Excludes group orders of 15 tickets or more for one performance date. Not available by phone or in person.

April Fools’ offer – one day only!

We’re celebrating April Fools’ Day with great savings – no joke.

Book any seat at any Festival Theatre performance in May for just $39 – no joke! Pay the same low rate for all seating zones, even on opening nights. This offer is only available on April 1, 2013, so mark your calendars!

If you’re a Facebook fan, book through Stratford Social Ticketing on the Festival’s Facebook page – or book through our website!

Here’s how to order using Stratford Social Ticketing (with the option of creating a group event):

  • Visit the Festival’s Facebook page and click on the Stratford Social Ticketing tab
  • Select any performance of Romeo and Juliet, Fiddler on the Roof and/or The Three Musketeers in May
  • On the “Select Your Seat” page enter promo code No Joke into the “Have a Promo Code?” box and click “Apply”
  • Select your seats and check out!

OR

Order through our website:

  • Log in with promo code No Joke
  • Select any performance of Romeo and Juliet, Fiddler on the Roof and/or The Three Musketeers in May
  • Select your seats and check out

Want more from your theatre experience? Check out The Forum for concerts, workshops, talks and more, all inspired by the themes of our season.

If you’re coming from the GTA, try our new Stratford Direct Bus service for just $20 round trip.

Eligible Performances

Romeo and Juliet 

Wednesday, May 01, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Saturday, May 04, 2013 at 8:00 PM
Tuesday, May 07, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Saturday, May 11, 2013 at 8:00 PM
Wednesday, May 15, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Friday, May 17, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Wednesday, May 22, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Friday, May 24, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Saturday, May 25, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Monday, May 27, 2013 at 7:30 PM
Thursday, May 30, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Fiddler on the Roof 

Saturday, May 04, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Wednesday, May 08, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Friday, May 10, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Saturday, May 11, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Monday, May 13, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Thursday, May 16, 2013 at 8:00 PM
Saturday, May 18, 2013 at 8:00 PM
Monday, May 20, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Saturday, May 25, 2013 at 8:00 PM
Tuesday, May 28, 2013 at 8:00 PM
The Three Musketeers 

Saturday, May 18, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Tuesday, May 21, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Thursday, May 23, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Friday, May 24, 2013 at 8:00 PM
Wednesday, May 29, 2013 at 2:00 PM
Friday, May 31, 2013 at 2:00 PM

Happy April Fools’!

*Offer not available on previously purchased tickets or in conjunction with any other offer. Promotion NOT available by phone. Promotion starts on April 1 at 12:01 a.m. and ends on April 1 at 11:59 p.m.

Happy un-leap day! – Get your fix with $29 TiXX

Who says leap year can only happen once every four years? People loved our 2012 leap day promotion so much that we decided to break the mould this year and celebrate “un-leap day” with the launch of our TiXX program on March 1. Visit us online and get $29 tickets to a wide variety of performances throughout April, May and June! 

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Starting on un-leap day (a.k.a. March 1) at 9:00 a.m., log into our website and visit our TiXX page for a huge selection of $29 tickets! You’ll be able to book up to four seats for each of the performances we offer.

Our first batch of TiXX applies to select performances the following productions:

Take a sneak peek at twelve of the shows you’ll be seeing on stage this season!


Happy un-leap day and happy saving!

Visit our website for details about our TiXX program.

Why bring your children to the theatre?

Most people develop a love for the theatre at a young age because a parent, grandparent or family friend took them to the see a live performance.  Theatre can have an incredible impact on children; the chance to share the magic of live theatre with your family makes for unforgettable experiences.

Guest blogger and long-time Stratford Festival fan Stephanie MacDonald shares her experience of attending the theatre as a child with her mother and now sharing and building those same memories with her own four children.
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by Stephanie MacDonald

I spent a day with my son Dakota filming a Simple Plan video at the Toronto Airport a few years ago. I remember thinking that it would probably be the last day I was going to spend alone with my teenage boy before life got in the way. I was incredibly wrong. Remembering the lessons I learned at my mother’s side, I started to bring him (then his siblings) to Stratford for momma-child days.

Avon Stage Door Snoopy

My mom had often taken me to plays and concerts when I was little, down in Windsor. It was our special time alone. I can’t tell you the name of my first play. Theatre was always there. She also told me every year, when The Sound of Music was on TV, that in 1960 she had seen Christopher Plummer as Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet at the Stratford Festival. I knew it was the place to be.

My children were raised believing that about Stratford, too. My ear was constantly turned to the happenings at Stratford when we lived in Smithers, BC. I relayed to them the plays of the season. This love of Stratford is one of the reasons why my last child (a girl after three boys) was named Cordelia. Then, in 2004, Mr. Plummer played Lear on the Festival Stage!

When we moved back to Ontario and much closer to Stratford, I started buying their TiXX deals. It was affordable for me to take a child or two with me. My first play at Stratford starred Christopher Plummer. It was a dream fulfilled for me (and later for Dakota with The Tempest).

I started taking my eldest boys to Stratford in 2008, when they were 13 and 11. It was Ben Carlson who took command of the stage that night as Hamlet. Dakota says now, at 17, that he didn’t really understand what going on, but it didn’t matter. He loved it, “like a foreign film. You don’t really understand, but you get wrapped up in it anyway.” Braeden was overwhelmed.

Going to Stratford the past four seasons has brought us closer as a family. It is a place where we can be our better and more relaxed selves, where we can each learn something about life while watching the characters on stage. Luke, when still 10, watched the three-hour-long production of Cymbeline. Did he understand it all? No, but Shakespeare is best understood live and he grasped far more than he would have by watching the play rather than reading Cymbeline. That day, Luke also spent two hours climbing trees along the Avon River, in his white shirt and dress pants. He didn’t rip or tear anything.

Luke Climbing

We pack a lunch to eat along the Avon River. We dance, talk, meditate, or climb those trees. Being enveloped by the Festival and the town, we all feel safer talking to each other. We feel protected from the outside world. When I took my mom back last season (her first trip since high school), I can tell you I hadn’t felt that close to her since childhood. It was magical.

When Cordelia and I spent our ‘Girl Day’ in Stratford last season, she fell in love with tap dancing because of 42nd Street. She danced everywhere after that, including our picnic table. She was amazed at the costumes and the actors in The Matchmaker.

Cordelia Feet

Not every child will be able to sit comfortably for Shakespeare or a musical. Bring them to productions which will entice them. Read the book or play beforehand. Costumes, swords, certain actors, lighting and music can really add to their enjoyment.

What my children look forward to the most this season at the Festival is sword fighting and love. The Three Musketeers has them arguing over who will attend first. They want to see swords in action. Cordelia is actually excited for it, too. But, she is most wanting Romeo and Juliet. (She had me tweet Antoni Cimolino to request it.)

Cordelia Festival

My kids and their friends in our Kids4Bard group have read Romeo and Juliet together, acted it out and choreographed a few scenes. It has been wonderful to see their imaginations and their understanding grow while reading it, even eight-year-old Cordelia. It helped them gain an understanding of the language and storylines so they won’t be lost when we see it.

It seems exquisitely full-circled that I can take my kids and my mom to see Romeo and Juliet this season at Stratford, the place where my mom found her love of theatre. Maybe the new Mercutio (Jonathan Goad) will be the next Christopher Plummer of whom my kids will say to their children, “I once saw him on the stage of the Festival Theatre.”

One day, life will get in the way – growing up will happen. My treasured moments of the upcoming season will be the days along the Avon River, in the Stratford Festival’s seats, spending time alone with my children. Time will stand imperceptibly still and add handprints of love to our hearts.

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Watch as these mothers discuss why they invest in theatre for their children:

Our Family Experience program is a great and affordable way to take your children to the theatre – for every adult ticket you purchase, get up to four kids’ tickets for just $36.

EXCLUSIVE FAMILY PROMOTION: Until, February 28, be sure to take advantage of our Three Musketeers promotion and get up to four kids’ tickets for just $1 each with each purchased adult ticket. Click here for full promot details.

“All for one, and one for all!” – Family Day savings!

Join the adventure with The Three Musketeers and save! Buy one adult ticket and get up to four kids’ tickets for only $1 each!*

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We’ll be celebrating families over the next week, and what better way to kick off Family Day than with a family-friendly promotion! From Monday, February 18, until Thursday, February  28, when you buy one regular price adult ticket to any May or June performance of The Three Musketeers (excluding the opening on June 1), we’ll give you up to four kids’ tickets for $1 each!

Bring your family to the theatre and escape to the colourful world of 17th-century France, where you’ll cheer on the cadet D’Artagnan as he performs daring feats to win a place in the King’s Musketeers. 

Help get your kids ready for The Three Musketeers with this new video – How to become a Musketeer:

To book your family adventure, call our Box Office at 1.800.567.1600 and quote promotion code 47363. Hurry – this great family deal is only available until February 28 at 8:00 p.m., 2013!

“All for one, and one for all!”

The Three Musketeers is presented by Schulich Children’s Plays.

Click here to watch as this group of mothers discuss the importance to sharing theatre with their children!

*Buy one regular price adult ticket for The Three Musketeers and get up to four kids’ tickets for The Three Musketeers for $1 each. Children must be under 18 years old to qualify for $1 ticket. Valid only on performances of The Three Musketeers in May and June, excluding opening. Offer not available on previously purchased tickets. Only available in A, B and C seating zones. Redeemable in person or through the Box Office at 1.800.567.1600.