Artus – National Dance Theatre production
DRIP CANON – How ‘s it going, Heraclitus?
25th October of 2019
concert – dance – theatre interference
The wavelengths of a tuned, worn-out piano, a melting drop-shaped glacier, the dripping, the hissing steam combine with the flood of voices from a 17-member chorus.
The art of T’ai Chi Ch’uan is a basic element of the performance’s choreography and its spirit as well. The pure, sharp confrontation and balance of rest and flow, qualities in opposition. The state of consciousness of a continuous presence in motion.
Already at the start, in the 80s, we produced a show inspired by the 131 remaining sentence fragments of Heraclitus, the Greek philosopher who lived around 600 BC. When I began to think about our current “anniversary, period-summarising” performance, it occurred to me that I have been in continuous conversation with Heraclitus for 30 years. I write my sentences and direct my shows, which seem like fragments of an imaginary dialogue spanning decades. Slowly, I was forced to realise the driving force behind this performance had to be the (now conscious) dialogue in process that summarised the others – my talks with Heraclitus in the language of Artus.
Hence, this performance may seem like a single motion, a single voice, a single image under continuous transformation.
Man is a drop, Mankind is an ocean.
Two drops together is only one drop.
One drop can only be a drop separately, on its own.
A drop in the ocean ceases to be a drop, for then only the ocean exists.
Stream of thought
Thought is like a stream. I squat on the bank and sometimes draw from it. Thought is the water in my hand. Then, I pour it back. Indeed, who has drawn from this water, and who will do so later? They are my companions. My thoughts are not my own. Others think just the same. I know, because I have read my thoughts in books written centuries, millennia ago. They are my companions: Heraclitus, Lao-Tze, Shakespeare, Hamvas, Weöres, Pilinszky, Eco, Mann and many others. I look at the water in my hand, and I think. Thought cannot be preserved. I pour it back into the stream for others to muse upon. The water is not at rest. It is in motion. At times, it evaporates, but it returns. Thoughts have circulated since time immemorial. Sometimes they get stuck in a person. They are expressed.
|Performers & Creators:||Tamás Bakó, Márton Debreczeni, Zoltán Mózes, Csilla Nagy, Melinda Virág|
|T’ai Chi Ch’uan Artists:||Imre Baranyai, László Gregus, Szilvia Izsák|
|Musicians:||Á la cARTe choir (artistic director: György Philipp)|
|Text:||Heraclitus, Gábor Goda|
|Music Director & Conductor:||György Philipp|
|Set and Visual Design:||Ferenc Sebestény, Gábor Goda, Bea Gold|
|Costume Design:||Kriszta Lőrincz|
|Lighting Design & Co-creator:||Gábor Kocsis|
|Video Animation:||Gábor Papp, Ágoston Nagy|
|Video Tech:||Krisztián Megyeri (Kiégő Izzók)|
|Production Director:||Anna Gáspár / Margit Hodovan|
|Production Assistant:||Anna Fazekas|
|Composers:||György Philipp, László Melis|
|Director & Co-creator:||Bea Gold|
|Director & Choreographer:||Gábor Goda|