Showing posts from November, 2007

Pina Bausch "Nefes" at the NAC in Ottawa November 25 2007

Water is breath. Hair is breath and moves like water. Their arms flow and rage, gestures as old as the waves touching the shores of the stage, of the land that inspires this dance. It unravels for almost three hours, the blackness of the stage enlarging itself at each minute, the edges of white, screens, escorts, soap, skin, the way light hits the water.

She is a conjurer, making it rain on stage, making puddles appear and disappear through the floor boards.

A glass of glowing blue liquid, a line of men and women humming along with Tom Waits. We all wait and wait for the moment we can applaud.

The conventions of Pina Bausch have never made so much sense to me, been so abstract, dark and eerily logical as with this piece. The hair in the women's eyes, the men spinning, tossing and flinging the women. The men themselves in spasmic commune with each other. The water as a character that links each member of the 20-person cast.

Sadly Pina did not make an appearance at the curtain call; th…

At the Wrecking Ball IV -- Sarah Slean's poem for Lucy

If you want to read the full version of the poem Sarah Slean wrote for Lucy Rupert's piece "The Abecedarian" please visit Sarah's website at

More on At The Wrecking Ball soon....