Salto mortale A Dance of Life

grown-ups

Welcome to the City of Immortals where the dance of six (im)mortal sins goes on constantly. This is an artificial heaven where joy and commerce rule, this is a disco in broad daylight, a stage where God and time play no part. A bad eternity, a bad immortality.

This play, devised by Tasić for a specific production, merges a late medieval theme of the Dance of Death with the ecstasy of St Vitus Dance mania in an attempt not to chase death away, but to summon it back. Where each day is just like the next and each sin is just like the next and where there is a constant expectation to keep busy, it seems best to rely on that seventh day, that seventh sin: sloth, melancholic acedia (indifference). In the spirit of the saying that “where there is danger, deliverance also grows” the most adequately equipped to be the saviours are the members of Omerzu’s puppet bestiary. To contradict John Donne’s gospel, let us exclaim: “And death shall be once more: Death, thou shalt live!”

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