Souls in heat
Prometheus's Impromptus and Intrigues
by Marcia B. Siegel
Prometheus Dance's ambitious and handsomely subsidized Impromptus and
Intrigues (The Schubert Project), which played for two weekends at
Cambridge Multicultural Arts Center, seems to have a fairly conventional dance
theme. Couples meet at a dancing party in a bygone drawing room, with musicians
and a lieder singer to accompany them, but dancing melts down their manners to
expose less genteel feelings. It's not hard to remember several stellar ballets
in this vein.
But co-choreographers Diane Arvanites-Noya and Tommy Neblett were evidently
working with several other sources, private references, and subtexts. From the
couples' first descent down a stairway, things seemed awry. The men wore modern
tail suits, the women satin bustiers with black lace leggings under stiff,
paneled skirts. Everyone's feet were bare. After elaborate continental kissings
and bowings, they began to dance with the fancy, twining arms and rocking dips
of ländler, the Austrian pre-waltz dances that Franz Schubert played for
fun.
Before this first song was over, the playful dance figures ripened into
dangerous low-to-the-floor supported backbends and trick inversions where the
women swam between the kinked legs of the men, whose upper bodies drifted like
seaweed. These tangled couples swirled throughout the rest of the dance,
becoming more and more contorted as they grew more passionate. Women
cantilevered their partners out into deep, backbending arcs. At times the
whirling seemed almost out of control. Later, the women grasped the back of
their partners' necks; the men drew their hands lingeringly down the women's
thighs and legs and feet. The women launched themselves horizontally into the
rush of the dance, and the men caught them running and skidded to a stop.
Smaller encounters began, recurring and escalating to near-violence.
Arvanites-Noya danced with different numbers of men, reaching, splaying out,
reversing direction on almost every beat of the music. A couple staggered
forward, her black-gloved hand clawing over his eyes. She seemed at times to be
leading him, at other times trying to push him back. Other couples took up the
theme. Eventually, women were clamped to men's shoulders, knotted around their
heads.
As all this was going on, people were taking off layers of clothes -- their
own and their partners'. A dominatrix crossed the floor, dropping discarded
black lace things, and men crawled on all fours, picking up the lace in their
teeth. A woman on the balcony sang Schubert's Ave Maria. People swarmed under a
black umbrella. Women slithered down the bannister and were carried into a side
room by their partners.
After their most erotic collective frenzy, the couples broke apart. Some
slowly climbed the stairs. Two women got onto the window seats and peered out.
Other people stood on the dance floor in postures of agonized reflection. "All
souls rest in peace," sang the baritone.
The obvious framework for this was German Romanticism. Paintings of craggy
landscapes and spook-ridden forests, funeral barges crossing bottomless placid
lakes, a couple committing suicide by jumping off a cliff while locked in an
embrace -- scenes like this must have been familiar to Franz Schubert, who died
before age 30, in 1828, having produced 600 lieder and a trunkful of other
music. But the dance's fixation on sexual excess was more symptomatic of
Freudian fin-de-siècle Vienna, of expressionism and surrealism in a later,
more psychologically hemmed-in time.
The mythic heroism, the communing with the natural landscape, and the fanciful
images characteristic of Schubert's lieder didn't really color the dance. Maybe
the choreographers just used the music as a springboard and didn't want the
audience to focus on it too much. I don't know how else to explain a program
that simply listed titles of the 12 musical selections, gave no texts of the
songs, in German or English, and failed to show how this musical menu
corresponded to the order of the dance numbers.
A string quartet from the Longwood Symphony Orchestra provided the party
atmosphere suggested by the elegant setting of Cambridge Multicultural Center's
dance space. Even more compelling was the beautiful singing of baritone Frank
Haggard (accompanied by pianist Lisa DeSiro), who conveyed the poetry of the
lieder with such clarity and directness. Prometheus was working with live music
for the first time, a highly publicized coup, but then it didn't bother with
biographical material about the musicians, or the dancers, either. How rude.