Magical Choreography…

Last weekend I saw the Peter Eiffman Ballet Company’s rendition of
Russian Hamlet. It was one of the most beautiful ballets I have gone
to. The Peter Eiffman Company is my favorite company in the world.
Their dancers are superb, the choreography is mind blowing. I regret
not giving the man a standing ovation when he came out because that is
what he deserved. Their company was so great that the US gave every
single one of it’s memebers political asluym to the US during the cold
war. The St. Petersburg troupe is now based in New York.

When I walked out of the cultural center, I felt a pang of sadness,
although this company has come to Hong Kong two years in a row, I am
not sure if they will come to Sydney. I thought it would be so utterly
sad for me not to be able to see them again. Then I thought one of the
saddest things about not being in Milan is actually not being able to
see the La Scala Ballet every season. I have seen both troupes twice
and those were my four favorite ballets by a long shot. While the
choreography of Peter Eiffman’s troupe is cutting edge and beautiful, the strength and passion in the Italian troupe was mind blowing.

I cried when I saw Giselle in La Scala four years ago. I had seen Giselle probably three times at least before and always felt it was a slightly boring ballet in comparison, but not in the La Scala.

Ballet is one of my passions. I love seeing them. Sadly I seem unable to write about them in any way. I cannot describe the sets, or the dancers. Cannot discuss or review. It’s like too magical to speak of.

Ballet is the last of the magic in this world for me i think. I can’t watch a movie without seeing the angles, theater without dissecting the stage directions, listen to music without talking about social history. With Ballet I remain speechless.

I wish I could talk more about it, convince more people that it is magic. The best I can do is organize a group of friends and family and buy tickets. But then we don’t talk much about it afterward either.  There is nothing much to say when it’s perfect and it’s beautiful.