10 de febrero de 2011

Einstein on the Beach



Nostalgia del ayer es lo normal, mas yo tengo nostalgia del porvenir. Jaime López.

The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, and put at ease our ruffled spirits.

And what sort of story shall we hear ? Ah, it will be a familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.

Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.

There was silence between them. So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John ?" she asked. "You know I love you. darling," he replied. "I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life. my sun. moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being."

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John ?" she asked. He answered : "How' much do I love you ? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say. Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you.

"My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you."

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Once more her voice was heard. "Kiss me, John" she implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation...


Samuel Johnson.

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El texto anterior corresponde al Knee Play 5, parte final de la Ópera Einstein on the Beach de Philip Glass, cuya dirección corrió a cargo de Robert Wilson.

Einstein on the Beach fue estrenada en 1976. Es una obra sumamente conceptual, cuya música está conformada por interminables bucles que suben y bajan; su metrica está fuera de los clásicos 4/4, provocando que al escucharla inmediatamente se perciba algo "raro". Los actos transcurren en un espacio-tiempo alienado: Los actores lo mismo pueden permanecer estáticos, moverse muy lentamente o bailar agitadamente en coreografías perfectamente distribuidas en el escenario. No existe una historia como tal, la obra es sensación, impresión pura ¿Para qué se las platico? Les dejo parte de un documental al respecto (no lo subieron completo. Yo lo tengo atrapado en un VHS por ahí, si un día logro rescatarlo se los comparto) en el que Glass y Wilson hablan sobre la concepción y características de la obra. También se muestran fragmentos de la misma. Desgraciadamente no encontré una versión con subtítulos, una disculpa para quienes no parlan el inglés.





Como breviario cultural: Wilson vino a México en 2001 presentando el montaje de la ópera "El Maleficio de los Jacintos" (compuesta por Tania León basada en un texto de Wole Soyinka) en Bellas Artes. Simplemente genial. Escenografías minimalistas, sugiriendo más que mostrando, todo un agasajo visual, aunque de difícil digestión. Para más referencia, una nota de La Jornada. Me gustó tanto que fuí a verla 2 veces :)

¡Salud(os)!

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