– A Theatrical Dance-Opera
A dance performance opera, often referred to as a theatrical production, intertwines elements of dance, music, and drama. This multifaceted art form combines the expressive gestures of dance with narrative and musical structures, propelled by modular synthesis and a combination of four violins and a mezzo-soprano voice, culminating in a unique and enveloping experience for the audience.
Narrator
I could delve deeply into this topic, but it suffices to say that it is vital to embark on this journey of understanding now, inviting broad participation. This includes those who may not actively engage with the discourse; even the seemingly indifferent are part of the collective energy, which is both fitting and advantageous.
Libretto
We often cling to the notion that our actions, performed in a certain way, will yield results that mirror our expectations. This conviction is woven into the very fabric of our minds, making it nearly impossible to escape these entrenched behaviours. Despite our conscious efforts to alter our responses, we find ourselves ensnared in the familiar web of old routines, unable to break free.
Embrace your vulnerability with confidence. Grant yourself the necessary space to breathe and awake your inner vision, allowing fresh insights to illuminate your senses. This moment is ripe for transformation; each day can be a revival of the dreams long buried within you. It is a dream from which you dare to emerge. Shed the confines of self-neglect and acknowledge your inherent worth within the grand tapestry of existence. You are a reflection of the whole, a remarkable manifestation of being.
Recognising the essential needs of our psyche as a constant in our daily lives will dissolve into the vast sea of wisdom, creating room for a more liberated and enriching existence. Celebrate the milestones you have reached in recent years, yet do not linger on the shadows of past sorrows. Instead, forge ahead in the quest for joy, which will act as a shield against the harshness of present reality.
Many, even those who strive to ignore it, are nonetheless intertwined with this reality on a subconscious level, regardless of their intentions. The emotional, mental, and physical engagement with this matter remains obscured, much like mould that thrives in silence if left unaddressed.
Inner Voice (“they/them”)
In the morning, as I glace into the mirror, I see a confident figure poised to confront the day, perhaps hoping to conjure a miracle. Yet, the weight of expectation looms large, a burden I often find too heavy to bear. Nevertheless, trudging through the hours feels somehow essential, a testament to my endurance. The world’s conditions press upon us, and like many others facing similar trials, I strive to keep my head above the waters of innocence. The ocean’s waves grant me the strength to resist the seductive pull of surrender.
Collective Voice (A group of characters who speak and act in unison, representing the collective consciousness.)
Political attitudes intertwined with certain life experiences can often manifest as complex physical challenges in others, echoing the burdens of the past. Unbeknownst to us, we may trample over the delicate terrain of interpersonal emotions in our subconscious, oblivious to the consequences of our actions and words. The radiant flowers of our own existence remain untouched until the shadow of reality descends upon the fragile edifice of our self-confidence, compelling us to confront the stark truths that demand our attention, urging us to bridge the gaps within society. Do we possess the energy to share the luminous rays of our eternal sun with others, or do we succumb to self-pity, harbouring envy and a desire to hoard our light, fearing that someone else might lead a better life as a result?
Narrator
Self-love may not suffice, for the streets remain slick from the rain of the previous night. A slight scepticism often serves well to navigate the hurdles of one’s own self-confidence.
The myriad faces of our selves may assist us in glimpsing a new worldview, yet they simultaneously impede our progress along the avenues of freedom. The preachers of the past echo within our contemporary minds, obstructing our vision of a broad future filled with peaceful considerations.
Inner Voice (“they/them”)
The struggle to navigate the streets of my city alters the parameters; the signs have been swapped, and my sense of direction now relies on the whims of the modern world.
The theoretical orientation of my future is shaped by the desert dust of collective consciousness. The salty waters of the seas carry it forth into the world.
Narrator
Without the courage to confront it, we find ourselves paralysed by fear, our mental agility rendered impotent. To speak another language is advantageous; it allows us to reclaim a form of communication we once possessed, a means to quell the winds of the unpredictable.
Inner Voice (“I myself” don’t agree with that. You’re the one who did it, not anyone else, it’s I myself.)
I find myself barricaded within the confines of a public restroom, lying prostrate upon the cold, unforgiving tiles, my breath reduced to mere existence. The oppressive silence is soon shattered by the unmistakable approach of another, a figure burdened with their own needs, who will undoubtedly soon grasp the door handle, testing its lock. Time is a luxury I cannot afford; I surrender completely to the floor, my face pressed against the wretched surface that emanates a foul odor, my feet braced against the wall behind me as I begin to tremble. In that very moment, voices drift in from outside, seemingly summoned by another soul who has traversed a similar path. Perhaps fortune smiles upon me, granting me a fleeting moment to gather my scattered thoughts.
The night that followed was no better; my sleepless pillow refused to grant me rest, incessantly whispering tales I had no desire to hear, especially in the depths of that cursed night. Dawn broke as I stumbled, one sandal lost, to the toilet, haunted by memories of the dreadful day that had unfolded in this very room. I found myself unwilling to return to my bed or even to the office. Sick leave, excused by my boss, has left me sprawled on my couch, seeking to gather strength for the weeks ahead. I dare not listen to the news or perhaps glance at the daily paper, for such things only deepen my malaise. How can I hope to save the world when I am unable to salvage my own existence?
Inner Voice (“they/them”)
In my room, a relentless whispering surrounded me, compelling me to comply with his desires. My breath grew shallow, and the emotional space within me was extinguished. I found myself capable of nothing but what he commanded, as if I were entranced by the very sound of his voice. He sought something from me that I could not provide, a deeper sense of guilt and shame that intensified my human inadequacy.
Now, as I awaken, I perceive the past in a new light and shall utilise my experiences to embark on a journey of self-healing.
The fear of failure obscures the inner drive to pursue the essential aspects of life. The genuine desire to nurture a dream and bring it to fruition is often hindered by internal insecurities or indecision. One conforms too readily to the collective in order to avoid conflict and refrain from standing out.
Narrator
The relentless confrontation with the inner substance reveals the intricate reflections that shape human society. In this ceaseless dialogue between the individual and the collective, a web of thoughts and emotions unfolds, transcending the limits of reason. The quest for meaning and understanding becomes a constant companion, while the shadows of doubt and fear gnaw incessantly at the edges of consciousness. The pursuit of knowledge transforms into a paradoxical game, where the answers often prove more elusive than the questions themselves.
Only that which eludes tangible reality, the tangled conflicts of the powerful fall to the ground, shattering like matchsticks and spreading at the base of society until they ignite once more, kindling a new fire of fear. The return of the grand world lies hidden behind this, striving to preserve individuality.
Libretto
Even friends gradually begin to fade, and the state of mind resembles the smooth surface of a body of water, while the wind, with its obstacles, decides to draw the boundaries of this world forever. They lie on the table, arranged as if they longed to be consumed, were it not for all the living beings that we humans are. The belief in the future has a tangible connection to the present; the migratory birds have returned, yet the summer of hope dims in the failed positive thoughts, marked by the deceptive past.
Choreograph Text (facilitates the efficient creation and structuring of dance routines)
The peace in the flight of truth hovers above the setting sun, its outspread wings preparing us for the truths of the past. As the united flocks of migratory birds depart from our world, the human psyche confronts our deep, inner urge for life, compelling us to struggle in order to alleviate the wounds of the world.
We have acknowledged the supernatural forces that we have never attempted to master, despite often believing we could. Trapped in the present headaches caused by the burdens of our lives, weighed down by the intergenerational times we cannot endure unless we strive to grasp a hint of their essence.
The recognised, overlapping patterns sweep over our roofs, extending into the forest, to another island that lies far from our tangible thoughts, yet is closer to us than ever before.
The tranquillity found in the flight of truth gracefully glides above the horizon where the sun sets, its expansive wings poised to guide us toward the revelations of our past. As the collective flocks of migratory birds take their leave from our realm, the human spirit is faced with a profound, intrinsic desire for existence, urging us to engage in a struggle to heal the wounds that afflict our world.
Narrator (at the end)
As the grip of fear loosens, the wings begin to spread wide, soaring upward into the vast expanse of the sky. This ascent symbolises a profound hope for renewal, a transformation into a fresh and vibrant realm of existence.
No more suffering, no more sorrow; only the total command of control persists. To genuinely live as a human, connected to the core of the planet’s natural environment.