A simple note on the Wuppertal Dance Theatre's website says it: this morning, 30 June, Pina Bausch died, aged 68 – quickly, after a cancer diagnosis five days ago. Only two Sundays ago, she appeared on stage at the Wuppertaler Opernhaus.
This is an appalling shock and a tragedy not only for the dance world, but also for the entire international arts world. Bausch's visionary work as dancer, choreographer and creator of the Tanztheater Wuppertal had a reach way, way beyond the confines of the German town where she worked. Theatre and opera simply wouldn't look the way they do today without Bausch; she has also had an enormous influence on visual art and cinema, too (Almodóvar's Talk to Her contains sequences of her work). I can't count the number of times I've seen work that either pays tribute – or cheaply rips off – Bausch's subversive, distinctive choreographic creations. Subtley but clearly, she redrew the map for the theatre arts.
The official tributes and obituaries will pour in. As a personal response – not as an expert in contemporary dance, simply as an enthusiastic member of the audience – I will be grieving for the loss of the most original voice in dance today. More than that, every performance that one saw (and her relatively rare appearances in London were instant sellouts, usually attended by a cultish, extraordinarily chic audience almost as watchable as her shows) was an event that left one emotionally changed, whether drained or elated or touched by an unspeakable beauty.
Instant memories – the dirt and sheer savagery of her early work Rite of Spring, brought to Sadler's Wells last February, which left me pinned to my seat with terror. The same programme brought Cafe Müller - a classic work recalling her childhood memories of her parents' cafe, was confusing, troubling, strange, obsessional, wistful. Kontakthof, brought to the Barbican in 2002, was a deeply moving piece that was performed by dancers in their 60s and 70s, forcing the audience to confront prejudices and fears about old age. Then the sheer beauty of Nelken, in which the stage is covered by thousands of carnations. Or Nefes, her late, Turkish-inspired work, in which the anguish and frustration expressed in earlier pieces was exchanged for something more (but never simply or unambiguously) joyous. A trademark was the way she asked her dancers to express not just the purity of their bodily movements, but their inner vulnerabilites, sometimes anger.
Watching a work by Bausch was never less than a dangerous, and profoundly fulfilling, experience. We will all mourn her.
Around us we see people who each other feel indifferent to, But who were in love. Could that be us? Love it sometimes goes away. Could ours do that? Could ours not stay? Could ours not stay?
How it troubles me that what we have Could be something that will not last. Something that won't last.
I find the thought that one day I may not care Hard to bear, hard to bear. I hope that I -that I am worrying needlessly But I always will love you, and you me (I think?)
How it troubles me that what we have Could be something that will not last. Something that won't last.
Around us we see people who each other feel indifferent to, But who were in love. Could that be us?
天氣美得可怕, 路上都是狗與趕去曬太陽的人, 如果倫敦天天如是, 多好。 樂事就易辦得多了。 就如, 二人在河邊的草地燒烤野餐, pimm"s、grilled lamb chop with pepper and cumin with pineapple on top、side dishes: salad and sausages。 夏天就是這樣慢慢地過, 慵懶的, 黃昏時又烤了爐魚, 就是這樣過了一個又一個美滿簡單的周日了。
some gorgeous accident took place in pinkneys green, a blur of colour and a noise like was perfume snowdrops on the grass as i dreamed away you didn't say much as the days began to fly i was in love with you so saw the bluest sky no clouds, black or white, to spoil my view stephanie deafen me with words of sweetest ecstasy stephanie deafen me with words of sweetest ecstasy alone i will care alone i will care i've seen the sugar on the lips of passers-by it's time to leave but i see you cannot cry snowflakes bathe your eyes as i wave goodbye goodbye stephanie deafen me with words of sweetest ecstasy stephanie deafen me with words of sweetest ecstasy alone i will care alone i will care stephanie deafen me with words of sweetest ecstasy stephanie deafen me with words of sweetest ecstasy alone i will care alone i will care
我們有時不堅持音樂, 都要堅持台上fashion一定要細緻。像detroit metro city的男主角,因為喜歡涉谷系音樂與時裝, 而要往東京尋夢,2002年我留學東京為賞美妙的涉谷系及cutie pop,2006年開始旅居倫敦, 還親歷夢碎在blur的發源地new x。
可我的音樂痴一直都沒有太多人明白。
等了又等, 我的anorak dream到了今天終於有人通曉了。
拜讀今天的Times,寫2009歐洲十二大熱門音樂節<top 12 hottest coolest festivals, Indietracks!>,我們將參與的indietracks有emmy the great, 寫的人卻隻字不提, 卻列出我們的大名。
2009將是美滿的。
INDIETRACKS
The Midland Railway Centre, Derbyshire, July 24-26
Set in a heritage steam-railway tourist site, this tiny festival is loved by anoraks of all sorts: indie kids, synth-popsters and train spotters. A large shed, a truck stage and a tin chapel are where bands with names such as the Marshmallow Kisses shake their thang before a fashion-conscious crowd. A steam train trundles up and down as, inside, bands warm up with acoustic sessions. Ripley is nearby should you need provisions, but cafe-style fare — jacket potatoes, pasties, fry-ups — is sold at cafe prices on site.
TIP: The Midland Railway Centre includes lovingly restored diesel and steam locomotives, and you might also want to check out the nearby farm with its pet llamas.
離開時,在酒店細長而陰暗的走廊跟那位印巴藉同事道別。 我說:「have a good weekend!」 他帶點幽默,回應:「have a good life!」 然後我想,這些曾和我日夜相對數月的人,可能從此就不會再見了。 老闆在臨別前給我一個電話,你身體好不好,什麼時候回去。記得給我寫信,告訴我你生活可好。 雖然曾經給她快逼得要發瘋。 其笑聲與金色的頭髮,忽然教我想念。
想起我的大霧都, 除了激氣不斷以外, 還有總是看不完的激, 還有, 太陽一曬下來, 就不住讓人想起有走不完的小窄巷, 維多利亞大宅。 一邊期待著blur, neil sedaka, royskopp, 一邊細數上半年看過的音樂會: leonard cohen, soulwax, love mahattan suicide, jarvis cocker, jane birkin, pains of being pure at heart, saint etienne, tender trap (amelia fletcher), action biker。
there are many ways to see a smile below the chin from the top of the hair side by side through the glimpse of mirror but how do you see a smile through the darkness of eyes
沒有想過會聽到jane birkin唱這歌,還有yesterday yesterday is the day。 這個晚上,在barbican我聽到最美的。 剪掉了她經典的長曲髮,笑容依舊,還有動人得教人骨頭都會震撼的歌聲。 好想好想再找回這些教生命感動的時刻,而不是金錢與庸俗的戰鬥。 納悶,良久,好想跳出去,怎樣跳好呢這回。