Thank you for your words..the story goes straight into one, quietly whispering ' warning, warning'...
When in dire straits, whether its for the past,the Present or the future..it does not matter: I have spoken 1 sentence many times (only to myself, mind you) the following :
Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss, both students at Cambridge, wrote Six in 2017, almost as a joke. A musical about Henry’s wives? In a Spice Girls-meets-Lady-Gaga format? Who would watch that?
As it turns out—everyone.
They premiered the show at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, where audiences went from polite British chuckles to full-blown standing ovations. What followed was a meteoric rise: West End, Broadway, international tours, a cast recording with streams in the millions, and a legion of fans who know every lyric by heart. My wife knows every word and every dance move.
Live theatre takes you into the past heart pulses and pumps your blood through arterial valves that path of least resistance to flow through time. Queens aside the leko lights flood with energy; now the pubs long room appears to a Manhattan drunk with No resistance. Too bad queens could not return to haunt a king and play chess I.E. check mate. The board is set up, time to make first move. I believe Queen’s gambit.
I plant my feet and repeat out loud that I will steadfastly be a haven for those I love who need it. I would offer for everyone, but my condo is a tad bit tiny for that 🤭
It seems history is repeating itself, but the people are rising. Today I raise a glass to the musical SIX 🎭!, and to the protesters in Concord, NH in 15 degree weather and 40mpr wind gusts, protesting the wanna be king trump and the co-king musk.
I was attending the University of Iowa during protests against the Vietnam War. I’ve been wondering the same thing. We need a leader to emerge before the shooting begins. Will the tyranny need to be much worse? Will the country side gets impacted finally rise up and march to Washington and risk violence against protesters?
Who can we support? Where is this new leader?
I keep hearing the courts are the final resistance.
compare notes on how it feels to watch history backing up like a clogged drain…
I was right there with you watching the drama unfold in the Long Room. Thank you for your words that whisper and then shout that we will survive and we
Will Thrive… because we have before and we will again. Let’s rise to meet this moment with courage and grace. Beautiful writing. 💥
Mesmerizing, moving, and memorable! I lived and worked in Manhattan (Rizzoli Bookstore on 5th Ave.) for a short while in my youth. Your words transported me back there, and for that I'm pleased and grateful. 🙏
Gloria, this essay did it once again—staying conscious and present in the here and now while taking me to places long gone, people long buried, and experiences long integrated. The six on stage fought the same fight we are fighting today, against the same misogyny—colonialist-capitalist now, imperialist-feudalist then—against the same white patriarchal supremacy that never ceased its grip.
Women subjected, never equal. The struggle remains: to be seen, to be heard, to be worthy and accepted. Strip away the costumes, and what’s left are two mindsets competing—not because of a battle, but because one insists on oppressing the other, refusing balance where equilibrium demands relative equity. And so it goes: in the fight to be acknowledged, we defend ourselves against measures of oppression.
How different is the discarding of women by those in power today from Henry VIII’s use and disposal of his wives? How different is the oppression of denying women the right to their own bodies—threatening them with death penalties if they do not comply—from the beheadings of his reign? Shakespeare remains a sharp mirror for those who seek to understand the gruesome depths of human power plays.
This musical isn’t playing in Germany, and if it ever does, it will likely be translated into something unrecognizable—like so many others. So I relish in this account and feel joy knowing you had such a night. We do have Irish pubs here, not in Einbeck, but scattered across Germany. And they, too, exude resistance, defiance, and pride—unapologetically Irish, never their British counterparts, not even by a fraction. Yeats, Joyce, Wilde, Swift, and Beckett linger in the air, just as the Scots carry their unwavering Scottishness, no matter where they are.
Thank you for letting me partake in this experience—your perception of it, your presence within it. And this photograph, taken from the height of your temporary perch above NYC, holds all of it.
Gloria, I really hate to keep repeating myself, but damn it - it's all your fault! You are such an exceptional writer, and your work is always so stunningly excellent, and often just plain exquisite, that you're leaving me at a loss for words. Nevertheless, I'll happily repeat myself once again: You're fabulous. Sunday Rain with Six Queens is just awesome.
I felt like I was right there with you. *sigh 💙💙💙💙
"The Long Room is teaching us that resistance sometimes looks like a quiet conversation in a pub that's outlasted every regime it's witnessed. Each drop of rain against the windows writes another verse of warning, each clink of glasses another note of defiance."
Thank you for your words..the story goes straight into one, quietly whispering ' warning, warning'...
When in dire straits, whether its for the past,the Present or the future..it does not matter: I have spoken 1 sentence many times (only to myself, mind you) the following :
'We will not be beaten by any expedient.'.
And that's how we must go on.
Lillian, that is perfect!
So, so good 💜
Thank you 🙏
Excellent writing Gloria I care deeply for everyone’s opinion and rights
LAN you are a dear soul.
Thank Tok very much Gloria
Thank you
Excellent again, Gloria.
Thank you 🙏
Is Six only on stage? Is it coming to film? Sounds amazing thanks Gloria!
Only on stage but it should be a film!
Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss, both students at Cambridge, wrote Six in 2017, almost as a joke. A musical about Henry’s wives? In a Spice Girls-meets-Lady-Gaga format? Who would watch that?
As it turns out—everyone.
They premiered the show at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, where audiences went from polite British chuckles to full-blown standing ovations. What followed was a meteoric rise: West End, Broadway, international tours, a cast recording with streams in the millions, and a legion of fans who know every lyric by heart. My wife knows every word and every dance move.
It’s addicting.
Live theatre takes you into the past heart pulses and pumps your blood through arterial valves that path of least resistance to flow through time. Queens aside the leko lights flood with energy; now the pubs long room appears to a Manhattan drunk with No resistance. Too bad queens could not return to haunt a king and play chess I.E. check mate. The board is set up, time to make first move. I believe Queen’s gambit.
I so agree with you! Thank you for the profound comment.
I plant my feet and repeat out loud that I will steadfastly be a haven for those I love who need it. I would offer for everyone, but my condo is a tad bit tiny for that 🤭
Your heart is in the right place ❤️
It seems history is repeating itself, but the people are rising. Today I raise a glass to the musical SIX 🎭!, and to the protesters in Concord, NH in 15 degree weather and 40mpr wind gusts, protesting the wanna be king trump and the co-king musk.
I was attending the University of Iowa during protests against the Vietnam War. I’ve been wondering the same thing. We need a leader to emerge before the shooting begins. Will the tyranny need to be much worse? Will the country side gets impacted finally rise up and march to Washington and risk violence against protesters?
Who can we support? Where is this new leader?
I keep hearing the courts are the final resistance.
I’ll be with the protesters until then.
I agree wholeheartedly.
I would very much like a leader to step up to direct the Resistance.
I was at the
compare notes on how it feels to watch history backing up like a clogged drain…
I was right there with you watching the drama unfold in the Long Room. Thank you for your words that whisper and then shout that we will survive and we
Will Thrive… because we have before and we will again. Let’s rise to meet this moment with courage and grace. Beautiful writing. 💥
Thank you, Karin 🙏
Such amazing words Definitely takes me back to when we saw this show in London with you Miss those good times
We will have those good times again in Scotland!
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Mesmerizing, moving, and memorable! I lived and worked in Manhattan (Rizzoli Bookstore on 5th Ave.) for a short while in my youth. Your words transported me back there, and for that I'm pleased and grateful. 🙏
It changes countries by the block!
One of the things I love about the Big Apple, also about my hometown, Chicago!
Gloria, this essay did it once again—staying conscious and present in the here and now while taking me to places long gone, people long buried, and experiences long integrated. The six on stage fought the same fight we are fighting today, against the same misogyny—colonialist-capitalist now, imperialist-feudalist then—against the same white patriarchal supremacy that never ceased its grip.
Women subjected, never equal. The struggle remains: to be seen, to be heard, to be worthy and accepted. Strip away the costumes, and what’s left are two mindsets competing—not because of a battle, but because one insists on oppressing the other, refusing balance where equilibrium demands relative equity. And so it goes: in the fight to be acknowledged, we defend ourselves against measures of oppression.
How different is the discarding of women by those in power today from Henry VIII’s use and disposal of his wives? How different is the oppression of denying women the right to their own bodies—threatening them with death penalties if they do not comply—from the beheadings of his reign? Shakespeare remains a sharp mirror for those who seek to understand the gruesome depths of human power plays.
This musical isn’t playing in Germany, and if it ever does, it will likely be translated into something unrecognizable—like so many others. So I relish in this account and feel joy knowing you had such a night. We do have Irish pubs here, not in Einbeck, but scattered across Germany. And they, too, exude resistance, defiance, and pride—unapologetically Irish, never their British counterparts, not even by a fraction. Yeats, Joyce, Wilde, Swift, and Beckett linger in the air, just as the Scots carry their unwavering Scottishness, no matter where they are.
Thank you for letting me partake in this experience—your perception of it, your presence within it. And this photograph, taken from the height of your temporary perch above NYC, holds all of it.
Gloria, I really hate to keep repeating myself, but damn it - it's all your fault! You are such an exceptional writer, and your work is always so stunningly excellent, and often just plain exquisite, that you're leaving me at a loss for words. Nevertheless, I'll happily repeat myself once again: You're fabulous. Sunday Rain with Six Queens is just awesome.
History repeating itself.
I felt like I was right there with you. *sigh 💙💙💙💙
"The Long Room is teaching us that resistance sometimes looks like a quiet conversation in a pub that's outlasted every regime it's witnessed. Each drop of rain against the windows writes another verse of warning, each clink of glasses another note of defiance."
Lovely😌