A Festival of Fools is proud to present an on-going series of classes centered on swordplay and fight choreography led by its resident fight director Teddy Lytle.  Primarily focusing on "the art of swashbuckling," (where we'll be exploring various forms of rapier, cloak, and dagger) we will also look at long sword, quarterstaff, and, ultimately, light sabers. 


UPDATE:  The Program has been POSTPONED until after the Thanksgiving Holiday 2011.

WHERE:  TBD, Brooklyn NY
WHEN:  Wednesday and Sunday Evenings at 6:30 PM (Starting 10/9/11)
PRICE: It's free but we've set a suggested donation at $10.00 a head
SWORDS: There are a limited number of singlesticks available to borrow
WEATHER: Updates will be posted on the site when necessary


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FLOURISH.  Full circle we’ve come so deeds could be done
    For seeds to be plant, and gardens be won
    But that grass is locked by chambers and towers
    And many a guard watch over her hours
    From sunrise to sundown those doors remain shut
    For heavenly grace would keep them from us
    With fiery swords, emblazoned and crossed
    They dare us now on to find what we’ve lost
    A lunatic’s quest Impostor would face
    For armies of one fill up little space
    But who’s mad enough to join in this fight?
    To take up just cause in spite of sheer might;
    T’is out of right mind enlisting these lines
                                                                                             Yet I would divine that God’s on his side
                                                                                             So from here henceforth leave sermon behind 
                                                                                             Turn cheek to the meek and cry to collide.                                                      

Following the events of Impostor Striketh Back, Impostor is again locked away in his tower, where he begins to live as an ascetic monk.  As his creative drive wanes, and he prepares to slough off his mischievous past in exchange for a more responsible and holy future, the creations of his imagination, or his “madness” (two bumbling heralds, and a troupe of trumpeters), mark their own rebellion, and devise a scheme which enlists a young virgin in an effort to bring him back to his former state of mind.  But as their plot climaxes, it sets off a chain reaction that blurs the lines between dream, madness, and reality for all involved, and, ultimately, unleashes a mighty tempest devised to flood their universe.

TUCK. If deeds of derring-do are never done
Then tales told twice as tall cannot be sung
And since I hereby sing this song along
The lies that line this legend aren't too long-
For history has helped us cast a hero
Who'd steal a zesty zillion for the zero
And could not care to keep a crown himself
For in the forest fair he fits his shelves
With men of merry measurement and maids
Way laid from wicked warlords who would raid
And pillage villages to plump their purse
Hell bent to help dissenters to the hearse. 
Yet God doth grace the Earth with Lincoln green
And in the awful absence of a king
Who’s foolish follies ferry us to wood
His Holiness would sire Robin Hood. 


A retelling of the Robin Hood myth based upon the earliest ballads of middle english.