- Posted March 26, 2012 by
Einstein on the beach - Robert Wilson, Philip Glass, Lucinda Childs
These are some of my ideas on the first and only performance in Italy of the masterpiece by Robert Wilson, Philip Glass and Lucinda Childs “Einstein on the Beach", represented 24 and 25 March 2012 in Reggio Emilia
Seemed destined to be hard to resist five hours - from 16 to 21 p.m - locked in a theater while outside the afternoon is splendid. It seemed, but it did not happen. Einstein on the beach, on the meaning of which I have read many interpretations, it was actually a full immersion in another planet, Earth, yes, but seen through the eyes of those who, through Art, wanted to give everyone the chance to dream, to travel, in fact, on a different land, where the problems are buffeted daily by the sound of dance, music, lights, scenery and lyrics that move in perfect unison, but they let you see the chaos, the unexpected, the dissonance in harmony, darkness into light, colors into shade. It 'obvious that is difficult, without reading the booklet, be able to find a clue in a tangled skein as this phantasmagoric overall performance, but the courtroom – for example - very long time inside, the agonizingly slow gestures of the actors have not been able to avoid to arouse in me the idea of the Italian justice system, where everything seems to become swamp, erosion. Where justice itself, when the court takes seriously the hammer on the desk, becomes just a meaningless word, not even equal to itself when expressed in a courtroom rather than in another. When, at the sound of the singing voice of a mezzo soprano, accompanied by a few repeated notes of a piano, a monolith of light is raised slowly until it disappears, closing in on itself, here is the idea that hopeness is not extinguished, but gives way to the concreteness of reality. And when the final monologue is declaimed from the inside of a pickup truck, while two people near and far at once, sitting on a bench, I catch a message that seems to say how important it is to glorify everyday gestures that are often not valorize nor fully understand, how to sit together or to remember that even into a car we are still persons exactly as who are outside. No superheroes, no invulnerable. Just persons like Einstein and his violin .