Bil je eden tistih popremierskih dni. Nemir je brbotal pod sicer na videz utrujeno in umirjeno površino. Bil je eden tistih trenutkov, ko sem se zagledala v daljavo in zaklenila pogled na nekaj nedoločenega. Kot razkuhan njok sem se regenerirala (ali pa morda smilila sami sebi, kdo bi vedel) za mizo v mojem najljubšem lokalu. Brez besed. Z nogami nedostojno položenimi na sosednji stol. In znova tvegala, da slišim: “Pa se to spodobi?! Je damsko tako sedeti?!” V nekem trenutku sem se zalotila, da s slamico neusmiljeno masakriram košček pomaranče v kozarcu Aperol spritza. Oranžna rezina je bila samo še lupina in po kozarcu je plavala neka motna zmes, ki je nekoč sestavljala urejeno strukturo pomaranče. Nisem se niti skušala vprašati, kaj mi je. Vedela sem, da sem kot vulkan, ki lahko v vsakem trenutku izbruhne. Solze. Počasi je odtekal adrenalin na koncu sezone. Počasi je popuščala napetost. Počasi je v zavest prihajalo dejstvo, da se od nekaterih poslavljam, za zelo dolgo časa. Bila je še ena tistih, čustveno intenzivnih, sezon. Mozart, ki me je oblikoval, kot plastelin z vso svojo intenzivnostjo. Orff, Glass, Verdi, Bach, Debussy, Stravinski… Sami taki, ki se zavlečejo v DNK in spreminjajo strukturo dedne zasnove človeka. […] Read More
V moji glavi je tornado. V prsih se dogaja nekaj čudnega. Nekaj podobnega napadom tesnobe. Nekaj, kar se mi občasno dogaja. V vse, kar počnem v življenju se vržem cela. S celim telesom, s celim srcem in celim bitom. In tako nastane zmešnjava. Za nekaj časa ne živim več v danes in zdaj, ampak v nekem drugem, odrskem svetu. Včasih igrivem in nagajivem, včasih temačnem in črnem. Če se sprašuješ zakaj sem zmedena, odsotna, drugačna. Zakaj je moj pogled prestrašen in moje misli polne skrbi. Kriv je oder. Gledališče. Kriv je moj fotoaparat, ki je del mene. In moja duša, ki ne zna živeti na pol. To je tisti čas, ko sem preveč ranljiva in preveč občutljiva. Čas, ko ne znam z ljudmi. Čas, ko me preveč skrbi. Čas, ko sem tako utrujena od čustev, da se mi usujejo solze, če me samo pogledaš drugače, kot sicer. Don Giovanni je kriv tokrat. Kriva je glasba. Kriv je Mozart. Njegovo mojstrstvo. Njegova tako čarobna glasba, ki te vzame in odnese. Njegova popolnost. Njegov genij. Krivo je dejstvo, da se v tematiki Don Giovannija lahko najde prav vsak, ki je živel in čutil. Tisti, ki je zapeljeval in zapustil. Tisti, ki […] Read More
Tisti dan sem sedela na tleh. Prislonjena na ogledalo v enem od baletnih studiev nacionalne operne hiše. Takrat, tisti trenutek, prav tistega sončnega popoldneva, se je po kotih dvorane plazila nekakšna otožna črna gmota žalosti. “Verjetno je kriva glasba,” sem pomislila. “Ali pa ponedeljek. Ponedeljki so krivi za vse tegobe sveta.” Ne vem od kje se je prikradla ta otožnost. Ne vem, kako ji je uspelo, da mi zleze v vse pore telesa. Žalovala sem in preklinjala vesolje. Žalovala sem za nekom, ki ga v življenju nisem srečala in nisem spoznala. Preklinjala sem vesolje, ker mi ni dalo priložnosti, da bi ga spoznala. Verjetno strašansko egoistično razmišljanje, ampak želela sem si samo kapljico te izjemnosti, ki jo je premogel. Samo senco tega… Samo pičico. Simfonija otožnih pesmi je žalostinka. Živi in diha nekaj tako zelo otožnega. Oddaja nekaj tako močnega in globokega, da se ti zdi, da te s svojimi ogromnimi, žalostnimi rokami zgrabi v pest in te zmečka. Zmečka vsak košček tvojega bita do neopisljive in neotipljive bolečine. Simfonija otožnih pesmi je tako zelo emocionalna, kot bi vanjo svoje žalovanje vdihnile vse duše tega sveta, ki so ostale same v svoji izgubi in bolečini. Simfonija otožnih pesmi […] Read More
Doctor Zhivago, one of the most beautiful and touching love stories in the world of art, is a famous novel by the Russian writer Boris Pasternak, for which he was awarded a Nobel Prize for Literature in 1958. In his outstandingly personal and philosophical story the author also contemplates on different aspects of system and the impact of the Revolution on humans and their social devaluation – the themes that were of course rather inconvenient for the authorities in the then Soviet Union. Therefore, in the face of great pressure put upon him, the writer had to renounce the prestigious prize. After that his Doctor Zhivago remained rather unwonted at home, where the novel only re-established its true value after the social changes that occurred in the 1990’s. In the meantime, the novel became a huge success in the West, where it was translated into many languages. Particularly exposed in the novel’s renowned British-American film version, directed by David Lean in 1965, was an intimate story about the romance between Doctor Zhivago and Lara, which, after enthralling the audience and the film world alike (and receiving six Oscars and five Golden Globes), became a cult classic. Due to the fact […] Read More
Salome, Op. 54, is an opera in one act by Richard Strauss to a German libretto by the composer, based on Hedwig Lachmann’s German translation of the French play Salomé by Oscar Wilde. Strauss dedicated the opera to his friend Sir Edgar Speyer. The opera is famous (at the time of its premiere, infamous) for its “Dance of the Seven Veils”. The final scene is frequently heard as a concert-piece for dramatic sopranos. The combination of the Christian biblical theme, the erotic and the murderous, which so attracted Wilde to the tale, shocked opera audiences from its first appearance. Some of the original performers were very reluctant to handle the material as written and the Salome, Marie Wittich, “refused to perform the ‘Dance of the Seven Veils'”, thus creating a situation where a dancer stood in for her. This precedent has been largely followed, one early notable exception being that of Aino Ackté, whom Strauss himself dubbed “the one and only Salome”. It was first performed at the Hofoper in Dresden on 9 December 1905, and within two years, it had been given in 50 other opera houses. Gustav Mahler could not gain the consent of the Vienna censor to have […] Read More
La folle journée ou le mariage de Figaro (1784) is an outstanding literary material, conceived by the master Pierre Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais (1732–1799), which was a genuine dynamite for the ruling regime of its time as well. Not only was Beaumarchais the first writer to become rich thanks to a successful literary work, but he also turned its theatre premiere into an extraordinarily memorable event, attracting large number of audiences. Figaro grew into a harbinger of the impending social changes, which later resulted in what was referred to as the French Revolution, so that eventually even Napoleon himself described this work as a »revolution in action«. At that time the performances, based on such literary materials, were strictly forbidden, although they were allowed to be published by the Emperor. This is how Lorenzo da Ponte (1749–1838), the librettist of the opera, composed by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756–1791), was granted a permission to its creation as long as it did not contain anything that could damage the reputation of the theatre, operating under the patronage of his Majesty. Luckily enough, Mozart, who had no political interests, was rather than by its related content note more attracted by its perfected story […] Read More
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