“Rite of Spring” Igor Stravinsky
Compagnie Olivier Dubois
A bench, a halo of light. A lonely man is sitting there waiting. Another man walks up to him with a firm step. His eyes tell us that he is ready to conquer, that nothing will get in the way of his plan. His taut body and nervous gestures are his weapons of mass seduction. A moment of extreme tension.
Moving to a few notes of Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring, the two bodies are getting closer to each other, their gestures becoming more precise, the two men kissing each other . . . A nearly religious passion between devotion and suffering.
“Of the muse …
With my mouth, I will turn you into an artwork.
With my kiss, I will lend my insatiable and morbid condition the appearance of my desire.
To possess, drain the lifeblood and fill may abyssal blackness.
To create eternity from my murderous lips.
Some kind of sacrifice to feed the artist’s posterity to offer his body to the lone wolf.
The first note, this basoon … This lamentation of the huntress. The licentious and complicit hunt of the muse.
Where are you? Here I am. Where are you? I’m here, behind the woods.
Under the flashlights, the Hollywood cliché : glory or blatant evidence of a murder.”