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Dante Variations
Runes, Dante Variations, Arden Court By
Rita Felciano
For the music, Taylor used an intriguing to barrel organ arrangement of Musica Ricercata, a set of early piano pieces (1966) by Gyorgi Lygeti. It’s an intriguingly mocking score whose repetitions chase each other up and down the scale at times faster than live fingers ever could. The organ’s mechanical nature—at one point you hear its creaking innards—and its characteristic sound also evoke a carnival. While not as fiercely acerbic as Taylor’s other going-to-the fair piece, Big Bertha, Dante too takes a jaded perspective on human nature Superscribed with a line from Dante’s Inferno (Canto III), “These are the nearly soulless whose lives concluded neither blame nor praise”, it is not difficult to see in this new work at the very least a certain impatience with people’s unwillingness to live fully realized lives. More episodic, and more choreographed for individuals than is his usual wont, Taylor’s opening image introduced a mound of faceless souls piled up into mass of limbs that began to stir like unearthed worms. It was not a pretty picture despite the elaboratedly painted and appliqued tights and tops which clothed the dancers in an armor of a scintillating reptilian look. More interesting were kinetic embodiments of stunted lives. Sylvia Nevjinsky forlorn scoops and shakes pushed her towards a crippled six-o’clock extension. She looked as if she were pushing for something but not all the way. When flat on her back, men crawled in, sniffing her like dogs, finally deciding she was a cadaver. It reminded one of people falling down in the street and noone reaching out to them. With her arms behind her back, Mazzini’s fiercely lashing and stomping choreography sent her crashing to her knees and into a scooting trajectory. One can only hope that her joints will survive this kind of assault. Kleinendorf, on the other hand, had something darkly comical about him, hopping and cross-stepping with that appendage to his foot. His pas de chats and barrel turns sent him into contractions and stumbles when he tried to remove it. A mock ceremonial raised Michelle Fleet unto a throne of male arms who simply turned her upside down after she impatiently asserted her power by banging on her raised knees. Blind-folded, she became the object of a rather blandly choreographed blind-man’s buff. A trio, in which Fleet slyly insinuated herself into a duet between Julie Tice and James Samson, was somewhat predictable as was the re-assembling of the whole cast into the opening configuration. Photos: Originally
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