Went to Circus of the Sun last night - Cirque du soleil - Dralion.
Dralion signifies east (dragon) meeting west (lion). It’s what we call a portmanteau word.
It was a chance to escape into a world of the fit, flexible, fleet, agile and strong. It was supposedly a celebration of the human mapping the realm of the gods. Mind you the deep meanings and imagery escaped me. I wasn’t interested. Don’t get me wrong, I am into deeper meanings. However, this time it was enough for me (sitting only one row back) to behold the sheer athletic and gymnastic mastery of the performers.
Much of it was mesmerising and it seemed banal to engage some higher cognitive faculties and ask “but what does it mean?” It is a question that ought not be asked sometimes – the experience itself without labels, words, and interpretation is the best thing.
It was in the best platonic and neo-platonic sense the beholding of beauty of which Ficino spoke. Which was precisely what the real intention of the production was – an ascent into beauty. But beauty cannot be analysed and dissected – only engaged with by one fully present to the moment.
Dralion signifies east (dragon) meeting west (lion). It’s what we call a portmanteau word.
It was a chance to escape into a world of the fit, flexible, fleet, agile and strong. It was supposedly a celebration of the human mapping the realm of the gods. Mind you the deep meanings and imagery escaped me. I wasn’t interested. Don’t get me wrong, I am into deeper meanings. However, this time it was enough for me (sitting only one row back) to behold the sheer athletic and gymnastic mastery of the performers.
Much of it was mesmerising and it seemed banal to engage some higher cognitive faculties and ask “but what does it mean?” It is a question that ought not be asked sometimes – the experience itself without labels, words, and interpretation is the best thing.
It was in the best platonic and neo-platonic sense the beholding of beauty of which Ficino spoke. Which was precisely what the real intention of the production was – an ascent into beauty. But beauty cannot be analysed and dissected – only engaged with by one fully present to the moment.
Picture by permission Clemens Pfeiffer, press photographer, A-1190 Wien
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