I need a fresh start for my blog. In the last few months cafe lights I've barely written in it. At the same time I have always imagined more about the Graz scene to write especially the cultural scene. How does that fit with the themes cafe lights with which I usually am working, I can not say. Fortunately, I have always decided against me to assign this blog a fixed theme. cafe lights
But how and especially cafe lights why I blog about culture? I can not answer these questions. I can focus my blogging on the topics that interest myself, I must not depend on an assumed common denominator of my audience. But these issues are difficult to introduce. There are very different from those to which I blog else, but they have to work in conjunction with these topics.
Last night I had the last Grazer idea of Elfriede Jelinek No light visited cafe lights (text here). I grew up by a report in OE1 Morning Journal on the staging of Ernst Marianne Binder with drama graz attention. Binder interested me since I have seen his Magic Afternoon staging a few years ago. One reason for this is that I associate it with Graz, with the special this city. Maybe I have therefore already found one of the topics, like the combine staging of yesterday with my blog. Why am I here? Why did I want here? Why do I want to stay here? When I did not even thirty years ago, where Graz is located, I have subscribed to the manuscripts. Through them, and through Jörg Drews Graz, in which I passed decades later, cafe lights for me to an imaginary city of literature. And even earlier, in the 60s, my mother told me some of Magic Afternoon, which she read in a literature circle. Really busy, I have not Grazer literature until today. Maybe I'll start now finally with the, thirty years ago what I wanted, as to me the books hardly read the manuscripts piled.
Binders staging works reliably in many performance spaces, but in the Dom im Berg fit her as if it had been developed out of it. The Dom im Berg is a huge bunker vault in the middle of the Schlossberg. cafe lights I know him by many pop, subculture and discussion events, especially from the Elevate Festival. No light for a theater room was partitioned off with curtains. The audience-the idea yesterday was almost sold-sat on benches in front of the rising stage space, in which the actual scene was formed by a slightly reflective, square bottom. During the main part of the property there is a large golden bicycle was the only prop on a marble base. During the epilogue collected Libgart cafe lights black stones of the black floor, which they heaped up to light a candle between them.
In the OE1 report and in other media reports No light is called a play about Fukushima. If I had not heard that before, I would have Fukushima only recognized as one of the themes of the piece or as a layer of meaning. The reference cafe lights to Fukushima and beyond to Hiroshima can be produced from the images of the piece repeatedly, must not be omitted. No light is but a by their own rules expiring or such rules seeking and try forming voice, speech and voice game in which, as in baroque allegories of each word and each element is charged with an abundance of meanings and can be charged without uniqueness is established. Everything has meaning cafe lights and is at the same time infinitely far away from the importance, as it has written on baroque drama Benjamin.
Great in the staging tie (and the text) is how to develop the speech and voice actions apart and unfold again and again starting on hard breaks to and from these fractures, on the one hand as baroque music strictly bound, then associatively to the pun. Without action, without a fixed meaning, with a usually only indicated assignment of the players to roll a drama that the audience (as the speaker) remains alien and at the same time captivates him and seduces unfolds.
In the main part of the speech opera play five young women and one man. The voices of women standing for a music that is no longer possible. No, they repeat again and again, it stops. cafe lights If they were to hear, they were instruments in a piece of music. Barefoot, with sand-colored clothes, let the freedom of their bodies, they fascinate the audience and themselves, but everything they say, negates itself, explains her own reality impossible for deceptive. The game is preceded by an event that has destroyed its foundations forever. The interactions of women thereby form a single large arc voltage,
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