With thanks to Wordsworth, and Cosmic Bicycle … What continues to draw and resonate in the Under the Poppy adaptation is this kind of skewed wonder, this tattered, winking, dangerously unstable feel, can’t you just hear the bicycle’s wheels? creaking off into some unnameable backstage?  More shows to see, more sets to ponder, than time might allow, but hey, who needs to sleep?

And I need to upload the making-of featurette.

And what about those curious gooseneck lamps, do they still work?

And …

…it begins with a tinkling tune, sweet and sinister both, with just the slightest breath of heat, the prickling, serious sweat of real desire: and a girl’s dreamy voice, humming, musing to herself: Vera, blue velvet on a black swing … “I want to meet a swain/Who wants to meet me, too/Who wants to do with me/the things I want to do.” [Under the Poppy]