Nein! Nein! Nicht die Wunde ist es.

I heard it slightly wrong. Parsifal, struck with awareness of Amfortas and the wound is physically overwrought. “Sie brennt in meinem Herzen!” he says, and then pauses, realises, “No! No! It’s not the wound!”, it is the anguish of love, … Continue reading

The last free people on the planet

I started reading Neuroanthropology a couple of years ago at least, and it has been one of the first blogs I suggest when I find myself in discussions around certain topics, particularly the cultured body and this specifically in dance, … Continue reading

1882, chin of nietzsche, invisible orchestra, double basses clamour to escape

Which is the title to the only image I will show today. As we come closer and I spend more time in the theatre, I don’t want to show yet all I am seeing; some photos will only appear after … Continue reading