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Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker’s Mitten Wir Im Leben<\/em> Sind<\/em>. Cellist Jean-Guihen Queyras and (L to R) Micha\u00ebl Pomero, Bo\u0161jan Anton\u010di\u010d, and Julien Monty. Photo: Anne Van Aerschot<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

When I think about the works by the brilliant Belgium-based choreographer Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker that I\u2019ve seen over the years, I realize how the different New York spaces in which they were performed affected not just my eyesight, but my feelings. That idea slid into my brain last week, when I was watching\u2014experiencing\u2014her and four members of Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker\/Rosas perform her 2017 Mitten Wir in Leben Sind <\/em>at NYU Skirball.\u00a0 Shortly after its New York performances, a re-imagined version of the musical West Side Story <\/em>was to open, and the Jets and the Sharks will be dancing De Keersmaeker\u2019s choreography (the mind boggles).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\nfirst saw her early pieces in New York dance studios, pondered her\never-circling 1980 solo, Violin Phase<\/em>,on a sand-covered floor in the atrium\nat the Museum of Modern Art, and in 2018 experienced her The Six Brandenburg Concertos<\/em> in the vast Park Avenue Armory. In\nthe Baryshnikov Center\u2019s black-box Jerome Robbins Theater in 2014, the three\ndancers from her company came so close to the audience in Verkl\u00e4erte Nacht<\/em> that at times you could have reached out and\ntouched them. At MOMA in a deconstruction of her 2013 Vortex Temporum<\/em>, a dancer might even occasionally place a hand on\none of the spectators ranged around the atrium. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

De Keersmaeker considers time as an element, and not\njust musical time. We New Yorkers saw her En\nAttendant<\/em> and Cesena <\/em> at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, but the\nfirst of these premiered in Avignon, France, in the Cloister of the Celestines\nas dusk moved into night, and the second took place from dawn to full daylight\nin an amphitheater of the palace occupied by the Pope during the Papal Schism. Mitten Wir in Leben Sind <\/em>lasts for an\nintermissionless two hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her knowledge of music\nand her sensitivity to it are wide-ranging. She has choreographed pieces to\nmusic written in her own time and ones created centuries ago by Johann\nSebastian Bach, Gyorgy Ligeti, Arnold Schoenberg, G\u00e9rard Grisey, John Coltrane,\nSteve Reich. In Vortex Temporum<\/em>, each\nof the six dancers is paired with one of the Ictus Ensemble\u2019s mobile musicians\nplaying Grisey\u2019s spectralist composition, but not always in obvious ways. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mitten Wir im Leben Sind<\/em> is set to Bach\u2019s six suites for solo cello and involved\u2014involves\u2014 an intense collaboration between the choreographer and the superb onstage cellist Jean-Guihon Queyras. In Anna Magdalena Bach\u2019s notebooks, the works are labeled Suites \u00e0 Violoncello Solo senza Basso <\/em>(Suites for cello solo without bass). The German words of the dance\u2019s title make up only half of the enigmatic opening line of Martin Luther\u2019s 17th<\/sup>-century hymn and an even earlier Latin text: \u201cIn the midst of life we are in death.\u201d The second half of that text lurks like the \u201chidden\u201d bass line that underlies the melodies played by Queyras on his beautiful cello (made by Gioffredo Cappa in 1696) and reminds us of the death that supports every flowering of life. In the text, the words that follow invoke the awaiting God.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\ndoesn\u2019t mean the compositions are remorselessly melancholy. Each one begins\nwith a prelude. But the succeeding six pieces in each are baroque dance forms:\nallemandes, courantes, sarabandes, minuets or bourr\u00e9es or gavottes, and\ngigues\u2014some running rapidly (the courantes), some rapid and sprightly (the\ngigues), some singing slowly and sadly (the sarabandes).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The stage has a grim reality. It is bare of scenery, and the several light switches, plus a door for loading scenery into the space, are black. Yet lit in various ways by Luc Schaltin, the place becomes transfigured. At one point, for instance, the cellist\u2019s shadow looms on a stage-left surface; at times, we can hardly see a performer or two pressing against the back wall; yet at the end, the light is almost unbearably bright and without emphasis. The gray floor, like the one in De Keersmaeker\u2019s Vortex Temporum<\/em>, shows faintly traced intersecting circles. Before each sonata, she and one of the other dancers carefully position and lay out across those curves straight lines of tape (maybe yellow, green, or red\u2014it\u2019s hard to be sure). These intersect or not; coming together, they form peaks like the points of a star. De Keersmaeker has described the floor plan as a “spiral, unfolding anticlockwise, steadily forming increasingly larger pentagrams. To tape these spirals has become a kind of ‘refrain’ to the whole of the piece, taking place between the suites. Previously, the floor pattern often remained implicit or invisible. Now we uncover the very tools with which the piece was made. It renders the performance even more naked by also showing this element.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For each section, Queyras and his stool move to a different area on the stage and face in a new direction. To indicate each change, De Keersmaeker walks to a front corner of the stage and holds up the requisite number of fingers (okay, we are not lost; this is to be the fourth suite. . . .).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Cellist Jean-Guihen Queyras and Micha\u00ebl Pomero. Photo: Ian Douglas<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

There\nare five dancers in all: Bo\u0161jan Anton\u010di\u010d, Marie Goudot, Julien Monty, Micha\u00ebl Pomero, and the\nchoreographer. For a\nwhile, De Keersmaeker, wearing sneakers and an intricately-cut dress by An\nD\u2019Huys, her gray hair in a French twist, performs alongside Pomero. They stay\nclose together, often in unison, but do not touch, seeing things within and\nbeyond the stage that we can only imagine. Sometimes they come close to a front\ncorner of the space and examine us. In a moment of rest, they stand almost\ntouching, one slightly behind the other, stretching their left arms out to the\nside. This moment will be repeated later by other pairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What they do and what Pomero, dancing alone, spools out will also be reprised in the work in varying ways. He suspends a movement until he seems about to fall, then recovers into a faster series of steps. He turns and twists; walks, runs, leaps, skips, jumps\u2014a marvel of thoughtful complexity. He spirals to the ground and up again. What gales are buffeting him? Or is he testing his balance on a shifting terrain? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Julien Monty and Jean-Guihen Queyras in Anne Teresa De Keersmaker’s Mitten Wir im Leben Sind<\/em>. Photo: Ian Douglas <\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Stool and cellist move to a new position. Green tape is laid out. Monty appears wearing blue sneakers. The music asks its questions. Occupying at first a small amount of space, he gives uneasy, restless responses, and I begin to notice how often the dancers bend deep to support themselves with a hand on the floor or spin down to it. Verticality yields to the horizontal. Gradually we meet the others as they come and go, De Keersmaeker ushering in each new suite and joining in sections of them. It\u2019s a while before I notice that a green line of makeup streaks from her left ear down past her shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Marie Goudot and Jean-Guihen Queyras unite. Photo: Ian Douglas<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Goudot is the next person to appear. Her slimness isn\u2019t that of a willow. Strong and swift in her delicacy, she can use her feet as if her sneakers were ballet slippers. For a few moments, she and DeKeersmaeker almost hold hands as they circle the stage. Anton\u010di\u010d enters for his solo (he joined Rosas fifteen years ago, and, like the others, is mature in his artistry). When he falls, we hear the noise of it, and that deliberate choice enhances his recklessness. Veering and spinning, turning one way then the other, he seems beset by forces that he is determined to control.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Cellist Jean-Guihen Queyras with Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker and Bo\u0161jan Anton\u010di\u010d. Photo: Ian Douglas <\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

I think it\u2019s just before the fifth and penultimate suite that the cellist leaves the stage for a while. In the silence, I swear I hear distant music, but that may be my heightened senses playing me false. The beautiful sarabande is like a slow elegy. We hear only single notes climbing and falling, and Queyras seems to be playing a duet with his shadow. Long red tapes are laid down. Now all five dancers work in a darkened world.  Eventually, they lie supine, raising their heads as if not ready to yield to whatever is coming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Jean-Guihen Queyras plays amid the fallen. Photo: Ian Douglas<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m\nso overcome that my notes sprawl over mis-numbered pages. I can\u2019t say when the\nfifth suite moves into the sixth. I know that the dancers recover to run, leap,\nhop. To move swiftly or hold still. They recover and trace individual paths or\nmark with their movements certain of the taped patterns on the floor. Perhaps\njust a stretched out foot anchors one, perhaps another can be walked along.\nThey focus intently on those tasks. But there\u2019s another terrifying vision. All\nthe dancers are inert \u2014collapsed on the floor in different ways. One man\u2019s feet\nare draped over another\u2019s body. Over all this stillness, the music sings out.\nIn retrospect, I think of the many children Bach lost to early deaths and the\nhorrifyingly large number of mortalities caused by the Thirty Years War, twenty\nor more years before he wrote his first suites for cello. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the two hours wind down,\nthe stage brightens suddenly and almost alarmingly. Now the music is\njubilant\u2014gavottes, I think. Maybe a gigue. Queyras is centered at the back of\nthe stage, and the dancers, flocking together, then in a horizontal line, walk\nto that distant border and slowly retreat. Finally coming toward us, they acknowledge\none another, sharing the feelings they\u2019ve shared with us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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