The Four Quartets – T.S.Elliot
Venue: Old Fitz Theatre, Woolloomooloo
Date: 12 March, 2026
Running: Until 20 March 2026
Directed by Patrick Klavins
Presented by The Wounded Surgeon
Four actors presented a sermon each on time, place, spirituality, a crisis of the soul and so many other philosophical ideas. Each piece was presented with fervour, not with pomposity, and left us with questions as Elliot intended. Whilst it would be good to understand the historical, religious, nature-focused and literal context of when he was writing these, it is also interesting to note that many of the words and references have also faded away and are no longer used. Eliot may have found this philosophically interesting.
The set was sparse with a tired looking curtain, one old chair, a crate and a bucket and by chance, a lone cockroach scuttled across the large hanging curtain as if to say, this is where I belong. Lighting and dry ice were used effectively to give a sense of sadness and thoughtfulness. We were in for an interesting time. Costumes were old linen as if the actors had come from the land.
The first actor set the scene as she presented immediately with a strong, shaman-like oration about time and that time is really eternity and what of it? With a depth of quiet sadness and gentle hand movements, she created an image of how life is not quite how we imagine and the present, past and future are non-chronological. The audience was attentive and moved by her sense of fatigue and desire to understand how we live and age and come to terms with it all.
The second actor was just as powerful and communicated the poetry as if it were a fervent conversation. Fiery at times and imploring at others, it was all about age and the actor was of an age to demonstrate an understanding of the questions we ask ourselves about where we have been as a reflection. The message was not to give up and keep on creating and experiencing life. It reminded us of Dylan Thomas’, “Do not go gentle, in to that good night…”
The third actor was young and moved us with parables about the sea, the ebb and flow of life and death, the sailors who didn’t come back and the women that mourned. Each part was about nature’s lifecycle and how we are part of it regardless. A strong plea was to “fare forward”.
The final actor brought the other pieces together with passion and fire questioning what we are doing with our lives and thoughts. To well-deserved applause for the difficulty of the text, it was the last word on deep imagery offering philosophical questions. The audience seemed to leave asking ourselves, where are we going, where have we been and why?
To book tickets to The Four Quartets, please visit https://www.oldfitztheatre.com.au/four-quartets.
Photographer: Matt Bartlett
