The following interview is featured in the published play text of NewFoundLand by Junkets. Dylan McGarry (DM), educational sociologist and theatre maker, chats to…
neilcoppenOctober 18, 2018
PART 1 Greetings from a land where the sea water is the colour of an overpriced Caribbean cocktail, the locals all talk like Bob…
neilcoppenJuly 13, 2017
1.) What is your earliest memory of theatre? I was five or six years old when my parents took me to see the musical Singing in…
neilcoppenJuly 12, 2017
For Vaughn on his 27th Birthday You gave me a palace in clouds, a JHB skyline dressed in mist and moonlight, dust-storms and thunder showers.…
neilcoppenSeptember 20, 2015
I woke to a blizzard over New York City and the news that my high-school teacher and dear friend Jean McBean had passed. Sitting now…
neilcoppenFebruary 9, 2015
In May this year I was tasked with heading up a writing and theatre-making workshop with community theatre participants from in and around KwaZulu-Natal.…
neilcoppenSeptember 10, 2014
The following is an extract taken from the book: Theatre directing in South Africa which contains interviews with ten South African contemporary theatre directors/creators ;…
neilcoppenAugust 28, 2014
NewFoundLand is the latest play by Neil Coppen and focuses on the intertwining lives and dreams of two South African men Jacques: an Afrikaans anesthetist…
neilcoppenAugust 28, 2014
Inventory of a South Coast town.Aryan kids sipping on over sized strawberry milkshakesarcades rotting avocadosbananas box-wine bikinisbouffants bakkies crocodile skinned Christianscold slawComplimentary blow-job shooters that come…
neilcoppenAugust 28, 2014
IMPRESSSIONS OF FOGG A Log Book 26th July -5 August 2013 I cast my eyes up from the jetty and can just make out the…
neilcoppenOctober 3, 2013
Fresh In Travel
An Assorted Pick
Tin Foil Wreck
Slide open my bathroom window framing a far- off freeway. Clear sleep from crusty eyes. Three am. Suburbs still except for the sound of just…
Peru (part 1) Pageant of the Bizaare
Funny morning, stepped out of my hostel room only to be nearly trampled by two deranged llamas bolting down the cobbled streets, one frisky for…
Anglo-Boer(-ing) War Conference