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I asked what he wanted to express with his choreography, when I met Ohad Naharin lokking few years ago. Gaga is for anyone. I instantly fell in love. Gaga may appear as somewhat flimsy, liberating dance to a beginner, but gradually you realize how tightly structured and lioking well thought-through the classes are. Gaga is the fruit of thirty years of extensive dance experience.

Gaga is all about getting to know your body from the inside and to feel at home in it. Enjoy your body and relish in it, without being limited by your own reflection. In fact it is Democracy in practice, which every cynical fellow man would benefit from. Thus, the rest of the world as well. When the Gaga class ends at The Jewish Theatre, I am at least not alone in sporting a silly happy smile. Feel how your skin is about to dissolve and fall off your bodies. Quite the sqme. The 50 or so people who are shuffling around in lose workout clothes at The Jewish Theatre are practicing Gaga.

Gaga is a kind of movement philosophy, pioneered by world-renowned choreographer Ohad Naharin of Batsheva Dance Company, which now samee children and youngsters in Israel are familiar with since the exercise is provided in schools. For the professional dancer Gaga is a way to free the body from the learned techniques and create space for creativity, new awareness and dancing pleasure.

The Jewish Theatre in Stockholm vxasa been collaborating with Ohad Naharin and Batsheva since and are now lookimg new ground. Led by certified instructor Rachael Osborne, who for ten years has been a dancer with the Batsheva Dance Company, we try out an hour-long session. Participating in my group are a few well-known personalities from the theatre world as well as people who have never been on a stage.

The atmosphere is tolerant — there are no mirrors. Each and everyone must find their lookinf sense of the verbal images that Rachael Osborne gives. Gaga has its own vocabulary with words like biba, lena, luna and tama, but for the novice it is more graphic to lookinv of how it would feel to have insects buzzing around your body, to wriggle around in a loose or tight suit, to perceive how a hard ball inside of you would affect the loking of your movements.

Head, neck, hands, arms, shoulders, torso, spine, hips, thighs, feet — everything is involved in an endless flow. Gaga is recommended to all that are curious about what their body can hold of expression, flexibility and emotion.

It is unconditional but still very physical. Gaga is an exercise technique and a movement philosophy developed by Ohad Naharin of the Batsheva Dance Company. Gaga is a dance technique for professionals. But Gaga is also a movement philosophy for the common man. Or — judging by the participants at the Gaga class I visit — the common woman. We move softly, quietly, seeking connections with our body parts, imagining that we move in a liquid, that our bodies are surrounded by swarming insects, that we receive and give energy to each other.

No body part is forgotten, no movement is wrong. Osborne le us in movements with instructions that are firm at the same time as they are tolerant. The experience is not instantaneous, but it sneaks up on you. Moments of monotony lead to trance-like states, further into intense energy kicks when the body comes to life by a brisker movement. Freer than Bikram Yoga, more sensual than CrossFit. By Jenny Aschenbrenner Aftonbladet October 1, A man had seven-thousand sheep, three-thousand camels, five-hundred pair of oxen and five-hundred she-asses, to that, servants in great s Times are not Biblical, but Roman.

This Job owns mines and harbours, ships and trade agencies all over the known world, and he is under personal protection by the Emperor in Rome. But his lack of humbleness get too much for The Lord, and right in the middle of a business dinner, gloomy messengers keep coming in. The Emperor has died and his successor has taken his hand from Job whose mine had collapsed, a storm wrecks ships and harbours, and one by one his sons are killed.

Now his former clients turn against him, he is ruined, taken prisoner, tortured, and at the end crucified. And no answer will be heard, ever. The actors are friends turned into henchmen, neighbours turned into Gestapo. The light is hard, merciless, the soundtrack overpowering. Hanoch Levin wrote plays, sketches, songs, stories and poetry, and also directed most of his own plays.

His first plays, too, were political satires, a trenchant criticism of the triumphal euphoria that gripped Jewish-Israeli society after the Six-Day War. In parallel with his political satires and in fact as the beginning of an additional dramatic form developed by him, Solomon Grip was produced by the Open Theatre in It was the first in a series of comedies that focus on the desires and suffering of sad characters in the social framework of a couple or a family in a housing project or any other type of city neighborhood.

These are based on central myths in Western culture, like The Torments of Job. In this play Levin develops a dialogue with the principal symbols and fundamental patterns of Western culture while attempting to write a modern tragedy and dramatically reshape human suffering. Only a few were negative while the overwhelming majority were more than favorable.

More comprehensive academic critique of his work has also recently begun to develop, from the standpoint of its social statement, its unique language and particularly from the standpoint of the rare relationship between categorical, blunt violence totally lacking in self-pity, and infinite tenderness, compassion, and perhaps even a facet of refined and completely non-establishment spirituality.

about Hanoch Levin in The Guardian. A body — sloppy white underpants halfway down a white ass, arms, legs, hairy abdomen and an unbearable itch that makes this adult male body twist around itself in a desperate attempt to crawl out of its own skin. Anxiety in its most naked form, the fleshy, corporeal sort of despair. And just then — when Job has lost everything, his children, his fortune, his mind, when it hurts the most — three rambunctious and jostling friends enter with gifts and joyous acclamations and those collisions, brutal clashes between farce and horror, tells of a society where everything is entertainment.

It gets worse and worse and worse and just as a small glimmer of light can be perceived in the form of a reconciliation between Job and God the men of secular power arrive and impale Job on a stake through the anus so that he ever so slowly dies. It is musical and precise which plays well against the brutal and grotesque. All the blood can be washed away so easily — a blank space where a whole series of brilliant acting can excel in rapid changes between farce and tragedy.

The darkness wins, babble and antics give way to body and pain and quite uncompromisingly — which feels liberating in an increasingly comfort-oriented theatrical climate. All his plays are published in book form, there is a theatre institute that bears his name, there is extensive academic research on his works. And with that line the play situates itself smack in the middle of our consumer-oriented present day, full of already satisfied people who still just want more; eat, own more — of everything.

The actors wade around in the black flakes. They are dressed in white and black — with the red blood that is spilled as the only colour accent. In the background a window open to the world, reality, the trees outside. The evening light, the shadows. It is fabulously beautiful. And the first act is super interesting with its almost embarrassing timeliness. In the spotlight is Job himself — that Magnus Roosmann portrays with dignity — both as an actor and as a human being, undressed all the way to a mere pair of boxer shorts.

He scratches himself, afflicted by an itch, he bleeds and sweats, he laments his dead children. How much can he take? The question is now: how far are you prepared to defend your faith against an authority that demands a humble apology? The table is laden with wine and fruit, there are gnawed bones on the plates and the seven diners clad in suits lean back filled and satisfied. The host gets up to make a speech. We who have read the Book of Job in the Old Testament fear the worst, of course.

And rightly so. Job learns from a messenger that his fortune is lost. The next messenger announces that his oldest son has died. The son is carried in in a body bag. Then he learns that his other children have died. One by one they are carried in in body bags. But Job also addresses God. And this is when the performance takes off in earnest, especially after the intermission. Heated discussions erupt between Job and his former friends: which God is it that can allow this suffering?

How can one continue to believe in a good God when everything has been taken away? When — like Job — in all, one has been a religious man? But Job denies God, persistently, until he suddenly sees a vision of God himself — nicely staged at the theatre by a floodlight that actually shines from the outside through a window and lights up the actual stage.

But even after his revelation Job denies God, when he is subjected to torture by the Roman soldiers who have entered the narrative. After that the main character Magnus Roosmann declines rapidly. It is violently black, a fist in the solar plexus, filled with violence, blood and torture. It is, in short, terrifying.

I see the play with a Jewish friend who gives me one of the keys to understanding the blackness in the play: one has to see it with the Holocaust in mind, instead of the biblical story. This is a performance that is very moving and that also makes me go home and read about Job. The play is a little lengthy here and there, and I think it could have gained in strength by curtailing some of the bloody effects somewhat: paradoxically suffering can be perceived as stronger if it is played down.

Which is about time. During his short life he managed to write over fifty plays that span everything from satire to tragedy. Because Levin is a provocateur whose works are often littered with scandals. Like when his critical play about Golda Meir was closed down shortly after the premiere. Magnus Roosmann as Job is authenticity, sweat, blood, tears and skin flakes in a physical and magnificent performance that penetrates the digestive system of the audience, an impressive display of human suffering, while the rest of the ensemble serves as his worthy fellow players; upper class-rascals, buffoons, angelic choir, striptease dancers and executioners that like crawling maggots revolve around his increasingly godforsaken existence and where Per Sandberg makes the strongest impression.

The question is what differentiates us from the other. A dinner table, a Seder, but the women are missing. Job re the blessing of the bread. How low can he sink, how far can he deny himself and his God and still remain human? All ten of his children die, but Job is adamant in his faith: He exists — God the Father, or Father as he sometimes is referred to in the performance.

The Sorrows of Job is situated in the present day with a constant criticism of the male-dominated society present. Whether it is the violence that occurs in the performance or the company around the dinner table consisting of younger and older businessmen who interact in a homoerotic environment. Then one plague after the other occurs.

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Business fails, the mines collapse, people die, but the biggest problem is not the hundreds of dead slave workers, but the lost wealth. Thus the question that the audience inevitably will ask is whether the rich man is more worth than the poor? A white more than a black? So you can go on almost indefinitely, and as an audience you soon begin to play along and you become at times almost an accomplice, and at times brotherly with this miserable Job who perseveres in his faith in God, despite him suffering accidents worse than a man can bear.

There are references to the Holocaust and to current day Israel but also to common general human shortcomings. The bodies are loooking in on stage in body bags that most recognize from TV, blood gushing, one covers oneself with ashes, sackfuls of ashes, one even wades in this ash that sticks to pooking and everyone and for a moment all becomes kind of tragicomic.

Suffering becomes a circus, almost unreal, one cannot help but think of all that has been concealed. Afterwards, when the war was over. But inevitably, I also think of the film Life Is Beautiful by Roberto Benigni and the debate the film caused by approaching the Jewish suffering with a certain ironic sense of humour. It is somewhat amazing to see a play by the famous controversial Israeli playwright Hanoch Levin performed on a Swedish stage.

There are also remarkable set de solutions, but still it feels like something is missing. What is man? What is life? What is a fly? What are haemorrhoids? The questions posed by the cynical clown in the second act. Naturally one wonders who is allowed to laugh? With all these references to the Holocaust, can even the non-Jew be allowed to smile? What in my opinion is lacking in the performance of The Sorrows of Job is the famous Jewish sense of humour. The irony — a survival strategy chiselled through the millennia of oppression.

The Sorrows of Job by Hanoch Levin is a brutal tale of bottomless darkness. Anna Hedelius is appalled and seduced by the superb acting and accomplished de. The suffering is nothing but suffering. Magnus Roosmann plays Job, who like the character from the Old Testament loses his assets, sons, daughters and dignity. Rarely have I seen fof actor so completely absorbed and dedicated to his part.

Completely exposed and in a voice that hails from the abyss Roosmann plays the rich man — dressed in stylish black from the temple of his eyeglasses to the lapel of his jacket — who is stripped, mutilated and stricken with the most tormenting itch. Hanoch Levin is the most played and most controversial playwright Israel has ever had. He is unknown in Scandinavia. In all likelihood this will probably change now vsasa the Jewish Theatre has introduced him in Sweden. The light de created by Linus Fellbom is of course also very striking.

All of this put together makes The Sorrows of Job a shocking and substantial production. Ending — well where? In death, rest, and perhaps — in some kind of hope and light. It was an interactive journey through the poetic universe of Nelly Sachs — a media poem of light, sound, images and movement, directed by theatre manager and artistic director Pia Forsgren. The exhibition was curated loking writer Aris Fioretos in collaboration with gewerk de.

Fo was inaugurated at the Jewish Museum in Berlin in the spring of and then toured around Europe over the next two years. Nelly Sachs grew up in Berlin and lived ariting until she was 49 years old. Because of the Nazi takeover she was forced to flee her homeland, managing to get on the last plane to Stockholm. In connection to the staged exhibition The Jewish Theatre also run a cooperation programme with secondary and upper secondary schools.

This involved thousands of pupils making a journey of discovery through language, inviting them to reflect on language, identity and exile. To this end, zhy theatre arranged a creative writing competition for the Junior Nelly Sachs Prize in the autumn. The Jewish Theatre has initiated an extensive integration and schools project in which thousands of secondary and upper secondary pupils with different backgrounds and nationalities will reflect on language, identity and exile.

Each pupil sy teacher will receive materials specially produced by The Jewish Theatre and a guided tour of the exhibition. De har precis sett teaterchefen Pia Forsgrens mediapoem om Nelly Sachs; ett fragmentariskt konststycke som blandar film och dans i ett intrikat ljus- och ljudspel. This richly sme biography is the first book in English to chronicle the life ofr Nelly Sachs —recipient of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

His latest novel is the internationally acclaimed The Last Sy Fioretos is also the general editor of the complete works of Nelly Sachs in German. Now these thorough, thoughtful, deeply studied s, enlivened by guyy images, should become a definitive source. Along with her close comrade Paul Celan, though not wholly like him, Sachs draws us into a molten history we forget at our peril.

A Field Guide to Nature Poems. How to approach a writer who spoke of tragic events in her past, sxme avoided concrete circumstances? Who, early as well as later in life, burned poems and letters she felt were too frank, too private? In short, a writer who wished to disappear behind her work? For Nelly Sachs, texts had to speak suy themselves.

No knowledge lookinng the person behind the work was necessary; in fact, it could be writin. Although she understood writing as an act of devotion which ultimately left no other mark than the traces of wame, her considerable guu — around 4, extant letters — shows how concerned she was that details of her private life should remain private. Yet at the same time as Sachs withheld facts about the background to her work, she said that she was doing so.

With one hand she pointed to vasaa the other hand was hiding. This double gesture is ificant. Perhaps it says something about how she viewed the interplay of life and letters. In her correspondence with writibg Germanist Walter A. Berendsohn, Sachs repeatedly urged caution regarding information imparted in confidence. Gguy did she use such a charged term?

Was it in order to state emphatically the limits of what Berendsohn could include in his book? Or was it in fact a straightforward declaration of a more general problem: how to give expression to the defenseless without risking new exposure? Did she fear that the inclusion of biographical data would obscure the import of the poem and, paradoxically, cause more pain to be gu No doubt such considerations, and others, played a part.

During the first year of their Swedish exile, Sachs and her mother lived at temporary addresses. In October they were able to move to an apartment of their own, in a building in Bergsundsstrand on the south side of Stockholm. Located on the ground floor, it consisted of one room and a kitchen, and was dark and cold. According to notes made later, it was occasionally filled with the stench of sewers.

After seven years without sunlight, in Augustthe pair were able to change to a one-room apartment measuring 41 square meters, with a kitchen and dining writint, a couple of floors higher up in the same building. Here Sachs would spend the rest of her life. What small income she earned came sny translations of Swedish literature, mostly poetry.

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Only at night could she write her own work — in the dark, as her mother would otherwise wake up. Paradoxically situated, hers was an eerie sphere, bound up with the dead and the sorrow in their wake. Yet she was there all the same. The night was illuminated by the one thing that mattered: the writing. Whatever else there was, it should remain in the dark.

This study is devoted to the interplay between life and letters, inside and outside in a body of work neglected by critics in recent years. During the quarter-century that followed, her poems became ever more convincing from a critical point of view. Literary history boasts few such examples, if any. How was this development made possible?

The self-image that Sachs created from an experience of loss and parting, flight and metamorphosis was predicated on the notion that the poems came to her, that they were dictated by horrific circumstances which forced her to speak. This image fits in with the vision of a poet with an Orphic mission. It is furthermore easy to identify traits which are traditionally perceived as feminine. Sachs is less active than passive. She does not compose poems, but rather is overwhelmed by them.

She is more receiver than sender. Many of them were printed in versions nearly identical — bar the odd word or comma — to the original. Yet must that mean she was a mere medium without intent — a handful of strings moved by the divine wind? At the same time as the circumstances following her escape from Nazi Germany were far from comfortable, she conscientiously worked in the service of poetry.

She had submitted texts to newspapers and periodicals already in her youth. After her flight she contacted Swedish writers and critics and began almost immediately to translate their work into German. This study dwells upon such contradictions and upon other ones. In the end the words glowed from the inside. Like enigmas, they illuminated without explanation.

Inaccessibility was part of its appearance. As was obscurity. Nelly Sachs, Noble Prize laureate and literary innovator, is interpreted in an exhibition and a multimedia poetry performance at the Jewish Theatre in Stockholm. So wrote Nelly Sachs herself. Fioretos has also written a biography of Sachs. As counsellor for cultural affairs at the Swedish Embassy in Berlin he noted how Sachs, despite writing in German throughout her life, had been all but forgotten in Germany.

And Germans have dealt with their heritage precisely by downplaying passion and pathos, since they disable the critical instinct and it was precisely that instinct which was lost in the propaganda years of the s. It was at night, in a humble one-bedroom flat in Bergsunds strand in Stockholm during the s and 60s, that Nelly Sachs wrote the poems which would give her the Nobel Prize. Off and on she was interned at Beckomberga mental hospital, where she caught up on years of lost sleep and was given a respite from the Nazi threat which hung over her all her life.

She invited her doctor from the hospital to the Nobel festivities. When Nazi war criminals were released from prison in the s her paranoia had grown stronger. Celan sent her a piece of bark to hold between her fingers when things got really bad, he comforted her and encouraged her to write indefatigably on. Translated to English by Tomas Tranaeus. A worn suitcase catches the eye and the imagination.

It held everything that Nelly Sachs and her mother were able to take when they fled Berlin on board one of the last passenger aircraft in The silver necklace she wore on the occasion is also on view in the spatially small, but rich and moving life journey now taking shape at the Jewish Theatre. The launch in Stockholm of its two-year European tour is almost uncannily well timed. The Sweden Democrats gained seats in the Swedish parliament at the recent election, and alienation manifests itself in various ways in Sweden, a country which until now had been regarded as reasonably decent to strangers.

It is a bold piece, mixing sound, light, music, images and movement into a associative web of childhood, flight and fantasy. Cut-off strands of hair dangle in front of us. Like a figure of light in this cultural twilight, Nils Holgersson hovers incarnate. But in order to understand the connection you have to have browsed the substantial programme booklet. Nelly Sachs became, like so many in her situation, aware of her Jewish identity only in exile and alienation.

She wrote in order to be able to breathe. Her highly personal story lends fresh life to the hackneyed saying that language is power. And to quell that desire there is now a new volume of hitherto unknown texts by her, selected by Aris Fioretos and entitled The Great Anonymous. Letters for Ester pdf, 5. Pia Forsgren, who ly has been noted for her successful and courageous experiments with architectural and high-tech style performances, presented the idea of letting the space adapt to the art, something, which added a theatrical touch to the exhibition.

Along with award-winning Art Director Anders Wester, Forsgren began the work on the exclusive art book. The book has been awarded a de award by Svensk Bokkonst. Theatre manager, artistic director, concept and exhibition de Pia Forsgren. Yanor has a background in the world of dance and it runs like a thread through all her art.

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Movement, body and rhythm are reoccurring in her photographs and videos. Using her camera Yanor wants to portray situations that balance between documentary and fiction. The video installations are dreamlike and are constructed using multiple visual layers. Time and motion are important components in the creation of her art. The choreographer Pina Bausch has given dance a new language, far removed from classical ballet.

To many the encounter with her art has been overwhelming. Coffee with Pina was filmed between the years and has been screened at a of major film festivals worldwide. There is art that grabs us, that swishes us around in a pirouette and then come to a standstill and point to the gateway to our own inner journey. Small Songs is such an exhibit. Intense and sincere. Suggestive and poetic. Lee Yanor has a background in the dance world.

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Dance as a means of expression also lends a strong influence to her visual art. Interest in the body and its language, from sweeping movements to small barely visible gestures, is central here. The current exhibition includes three video works, holographic images and photographs on canvas, ly treated with photo emulsion. The presentation consists of four separate parts. They never form a coherent story, interestingly enough, but together they generate a comprehensive experience.

One might think that each layer might bury thegky nothing is completely lost. The impressions accumulate during the walk through the theatre. It is obvious from the very beginning. The video installation Void is the sluice to the exhibit. It is therefore impossible to go past it. There is also no time for the eyes to adjust to the darkness. Images and sounds bombard us from all four walls.

As an outsider one is suddenly in the middle of an ongoing, charged meeting. The darkness engulfs the floating figures that appear and disappear. Looklng is as if different versions of the same story bounced back against each other and broke up into short episodes. We must put them back together as best our individual imagination allows. It is bewildering and beautiful in a way that is hard to describe.

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The mood changes completely in the next room. Essential for the still lifes here is the artful lighting. On sheer transparent canvases emerge the same motifs as in the prints in the background. The technique enables the underwater images to convey movement in the stream and captures what goes on under the surface. Yanor is the artist of suggestion. She skilfully steers our attention in a certain direction without tracing too concrete contours of the answers.

A suite of nine holographic images depicts childhood recreations. The children hang around on the beach. We follow them from afar. Both features and silhouettes disappear into a veil of greyness. They are more wriing from our own past than actual figures. This blurring is indelible. It affords childhood an ounce of immortality.

Fot video installation Cloud 9 is shown on nine screens with parallel action. Every scene is a fragment of an elusive whole. As a whole Small Songs offer a subtle series of impressions of how the narrative dissolves in favour of clarity of emotion. The Director of the theatre Pia Forsgren has altered the entire space for this project. In this video installation she wants to convey the feeling of motion, particularly how the actors in the film fly through a storm.

Through a hidden door the audience wriing emerges into what at first glance seems like a very trendy bar. Lee Yanor has worked with multiple layers, both in her choice of materials as well as intellectually, in the seemingly conventional pictures. Printed on sheer fabric canvases the images are the same as on the prints behind them, so as to render them three-dimensional. On another wall hang holograms where figures appear as in a fog. They seem to move as one progresses in the room.

The Lighting Deer Noa Lev has helped out with the holograms. The pictures are from a bathhouse in Pompeii, the Italian city that was destroyed by a volcanic eruption in 79 AD. On cotton canvases coated with photographic emulsion a dancer appears in pictures that seem to be a hundred years old and they are in sharp contrast to the other pieces in this exhibition that are all very contemporary in spirit.

In the main theatre all the works are tied together. In the films the different motifs from the other art pieces recur. So how shhy this Jewish? Pia Forsgren and Lee Yanor both agree that the pieces want to convey thoughts on identity, where one comes from and where one is yuy. A question that has strongly affected Jews throughout history wroting that also concerns people in general.

Two Israeli artists are currently in Stockholm. Lee Yanor relates to landscapes and memories. Also shown is her praised portrait of Pina Bausch. At the Jewish Theatre in Stockholm, Lee Yanor, together with the artistic leader Pia Forsgren, has built a new spatial frame around her work for the exhibition Small Songs, with still images and video art. For Lee Yanor work with images is as much an internal as an external process.

She talks about the volatile and variable, associations, layers, state of mind and memories. In the first small room the viewer loses his orientation. From the darkness different characters emerge that seem to blow past in the films around the four walls. Void is created especially for the exhibition. The idea with Void is disappearance.

The figures appear from nowhere and go nowhere.

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The entire exhibition wants to touch a different feeling about the body, and photo, says Lee Yanor by phone from her studio in Tel Aviv. She is extremely pleased with the meeting Pia Forsgren and show how the exhibit has been deed. I like that contradiction — to try and create a different world. Lookign has also to do with memory.

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The piece Cloud 9 is a mosaic of moving pictures on nine screens, a flowing stream of nature, animals, bodies, and music. Lee Yanor calls this a multiple photo or a landscape that shifts between blue, red and yellow. In one sequence a polar bear swims between the screens. In the film Small Songs, which also has lent its name to the entire exhibit, we see — a man and a woman sake each other from opposite directions in lookinf white vacuum — on six screens.

His weak song and her falling backwards to the sound of heavy thuds gives the impression of something both tender and samw violent. It is a state of loss, perhaps death. The white space is like a stage where I bring together these two that do not know each other, says Lee Yanor. One hears how the sriting takes a sip of coffee in her studio in Tel Aviv. She shares her coffee addiction with Pina Bausch, the German world famous choreographer who passed away last summer.

During the years she followed Pina Bausch — all the way into her studio in Wuppertal — where the otherwise so gaasa, chain-smoking choreographer improvises right in front of the camera. She liked my pictures, I loved her work, and with time a sincere encounter between two artists grew. Pina was affectionate and true, without pretence. She encouraged me to vxasa my own feelings through her work.

But just strong coffee and cigarettes is not so god, so Pina diluted the coffee with water. Suy : We fumble lookimg in the dark — and suddenly they appear: running men and women spinning and sweeping with their hair, clothing and limbs. The figures projected along the walls, accompanied by atmospheric music enveloping us in a rhythmic yet unpredictable flow. It gives me goose pimples.

It is evident that Yanor has a background as a dance photographer, the common denominator being motion. Or the journey, the internal and the external, in the past, present and the future. The hands, those hands. They never intertwine in a sentimental or pathetic way — but envelop quite objectively — slide into, out and all around. Like fish in an aquarium. The film premiered in Sweden at The Vaaaa Theatre and one can only hope that it can be distributed and viewed by a wider audience.

Yanor has merged the close-ups of Pina with footage from two dance productions, Agua and Rough Cut as well as rehearsals on stage for these performances. In this way, images alternate between dancers, mostly women with their hair down and flowing but body-hugging evening gowns — and the thin, black-clad Pina herself. The hair combed smooth gathered in a barrette at the neck, face void of make-up, pure. The voice — one moment happy and girlish wrkting and next grave, thin and harsh.

The sequences of Pina Bausch in front of the mirror in a dance studio, among debris, costumes and leotards are fabulous. As if everything will be easy again — she closes her eyes and lets her hands and arms slide into a pattern of movements, beautiful, rhythmic, lookibg. And ending with one arm raised in a wave. As a goodbye when someone leaves. The film was made between — in Pina Bausch died suddenly at the age of 69, after a very brief period of illness.

The coffee cup, the cigarette, the perseverance, the seriousness. It turned out to be mostly choreography, but it would be fun. Coffee with Pina is cinematic poetry but also possesses insights into the ssme perspectives of artistic work. A more beautiful epitaph on Pina Bausch is difficult to imagine. On September 5,the sculptress and mother of three, Gladys Heyman-Nystroem, committed suicide at the age of She starts reading feverishly and a bold, talented and passionate woman emerges.

Take me seriously! She has performed in many film and television productions. Sh has ly directed a dozen productions. Med blotta sin uppenbarelse. Till vilket pris som helst:. Spela mig! Och nu bjuder vi sane Er till yuy. Ask efter ask plockas ur ask. Vissa bitar fattas. Vem var Gladys egentligen? Vilka krafter hade hon att tampas med?

Om man inte hetsar dem. The audience was treated to a performance that hovered between grand comedy and matters most serious. Amikam Levy, 54, resides in Tel Aviv where he works as an actor.

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He has already a very successful career behind him and is today also known as a host for a popular interior decorating program on Israeli television. Levy is full of life, intense and candid. When he took the stage at the Jewish Theatre, it was to tell a very personal story. It was at the same time complex and dynamic, where the expression of the performance can vary depending on the time, the audience and the mood.

But How About The Future? Since then she had staged numerous other successful productions. Thanks to her theatrical as well as cinematic successes, she has attracted quite some attention as one of the most prominent contemporary directors in Sweden. The performance was a journey into a very entertaining and most personal story. When I initially read the script it struck me how pressing the subject matter is. The script was also very tempting to me as a Director.

It radiates a warmth that made me anxious to nurture it and bring it to the stage. He describes a world totally different from my own but despite that has many points in common — the difficulty and beauty of being a struggling human being perhaps? Amikam takes the stage in order to deliver himself to the audience. He treats the audience to this exciting, mad, yet sweet person. The cool thing about this particular production is that it is a live encounter that changes daily.

I hope the audience leaves with a sense of strength and joy.

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It immediately felt like a perfect fit. He is unique in his commitment and his approach to people and we realized, almost immediately, that we shared a common view on how to interpret the script. As a Director it is a challenge to work with an actor that is so empathetic and outgoing as Amikam. He returns what one offers and the process turns into a very exciting exchange. The result of our encounter is a little bit like the meeting of a pulsating, warm, motley and emotional Tel Aviv and a strict, orderly, nice and doctored Falun provincial Swedish town.

It feels great to be back at The Jewish Theatre. Ten years ago she was one of the hottest talents in theatre in Sweden. The Jewish Theatre is packed to the rafters with stuff. Or rather to be a listener, and brake pad. One can say that Amikam reminds me a lot of myself and my struggles, but a hundred-fold. Despite having acted as a brake pad, she finds that Amikam Levy is impossible to curb. His theatrical training was supplied by the rough Israeli army, where Amikam Levy and nine other men and women belonged to the entertainment unit.

There this very energetic Tel Aviv-based actor learned all there is to know about the stage. Normally I am the one who triggers the actors and lend life and form to the characters they portray. Deep down there is a tragic story, which Maria Blom wants to tell and enhance. The ambition is of course to create a different and vivid performance, and to show how affected Amikam Levy, and the rest of us, are of our background.

It was followed in by the story about the forever smiling stewardess Nina Frisk. The next step is to sit down and write, for film as well as the theatre. And there will be a piece for a stage in Stockholm too, Maria Blom confides in a whisper.

He claims that he has just arrived straight from Tel Aviv, but is never the less ready to begin his performance right away. He makes an attempt but the cell-phone rings. His father has just died — and the performance becomes a high-geared dirge about a mute relation lkoking his father, as well as a story about coming out as a Jew and a homosexual. Amikam Levy is a 54 year-old whirlwind, erratic and immediate. With fine drastic details he tells the story of his childhood where he was the big hope — but also how, according to Jewish tradition, he has disappointed by living as a homosexual.

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He feels, like so many other homosexuals, as another gender, neither man nor woman. Maria Blom has directed, read: tried to curb, this energy. In particular she has emphasised the close contact with the audience why the insecurity factor. Is this true, how much is made up? Levy flirts with the audience, wants to swap his shirt with a man in the audience, demands to be hugged and tells of a lifelong constipation and the interiors of a local gay sauna.

More and more furniture ends up on stage, a couch, lamps, curtains and slowly the lobby is transformed from a minimalist cold space to an Oriental home. He reveals that his best friend was looiing chick, describes bullying and loneliness that thrive wrting the cramped apartment where the entire family slept together. At the very end Amikam Levy comes out, literally, wearing a frock and stumbling on high heels toward the entrance, to the plane and the funeral.

The last thing we hear is a sgy tirade in heavily accented English — before the applause begins.

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He is something all his own, even though he at times resembles Dame Edna. Amikam Levy keeps the suspense alive in the hourlong performance in the lobby at the Jewish Theatre. True or false? Amikam performs a monologue with breakneck irony. A happy and bundled up individual makes his way into the lobby and disperses his belongings by the door as the audience awaits to enter the auditorium at the Jewish Theatre. It turns out to be the principal of the evening, the Israeli actor Amikam Levy, who makes his excuses for being late claiming that the flight from Tel Aviv was delayed.

Is his sister really calling him on the cellphone? Has his father really just died? Has the performance actually started yet? To keep the suspense alive. Are you sitting comfortably? These conventions are mucked up by an actor who employs break-neck self-irony and sentimental persecution mania in climbing the walls telling of his loveless father and a religious environment where homosexuality is a mortal sin.

That the father is dead is something we are made aware of, if not sooner, when Levy disappears and re-emerges in a frock and high heels. Finally he, the son, has the guj to be himself. One feels that one gets to know him. In English, five weeks remain of the run. The dazzling white, to the bone minimalist, lobby of the Jewish Theatre, where Amikam Levy performs his monologue in English is an unusually appropriate background for the frostily controlled, constipated family he portrays.

A sharp contrast to his own twittering needy inner self. He of course proceeds to fill the cold space with cosy comfort. He produces a carpet sme a couch. Drapes floral fabrics, fetches candelabra, and finally hangs an entire garland made out of quirky small kooking shades all across the room almost as to just demonstrate how vaasa can create forced warmth and a personality all by oneself.

Meanwhile the story is vuy of a sensitive boy, gay, forever searching for his father, a man so self-centred that he actually spends hours checking whether his socks shh fitting just right across his toes. This in Tel Aviv where being a real man is of the utmost importance. A dirty joke dissolves into tears. A glimpse of a schoolyard filled with dull juvenile cruelty. A facial contortion turns bitter at the memory of no one bothering to read him a bedtime story. The winds from his adolescence are quite desolate, and I believe him.

But not all the way. This man appears to be somewhat more self assured than the text implies and some of the neurosis is well rehearsed to perfection. Levy seems the most honest when he speaks of another kind of manliness, as in the little dance in honour of the brave dick. Wearing a charming headdress fashioned into a little chubby upholstered penis covered in sequins, he confidently mimes to the singing loiking of Liza Minelli that maybe tonight is his turn.

Great ironic melancholy, for all to be seen, such a deviating hat is just too embarrassing to bear. Amikam Levy is an actor, famous TV personality and author. He also runs a furniture store specialising in antiques and de in Tel Aviv. Looknig monologue premieres outside of Israel for the first time and has also been translated from Hebrew into English for the first time.

He wrote the piece fifteen years ago. I was angry with my father, with my entire neighbourhood. Amikam lives in the middle of a conflict area, but does not see Israelis, Palestinians or Arabs, he sees individuals, souls. Amikam reveals that his director is a very impressionable and open person and that they have a great time together. Without changing a single word in the script. The audience murmurs in the lobby at the Jewish Theatre as they await the beginning of the one-man show by and starring the Fuy actor Amikam Levy.

He makes his excuses for being late and we are led to believe that he is Looklng, but not that the show has actually already begun and that it will take place in the lobby for the next hour fo so. Seats are pulled into place, champagne is offered and Amikam gets acquainted with sh members of the audience. Then he gets news of his fathers death on the phone, and the performance continues on the edge of writimg grave — the son must return to Tel Aviv, where he is expected to read the Kaddish for his father, being the only son among sams daughters.

The monologue is delivered in a heavily accented English, which makes it not always easy to follow. In principle he sticks to the private plane, for as much as one can do so being a homosexual Oriental Jew in Israel. The Palestinian conflict is hardly mentioned, neither is anti-Semitism. The performance is very much worth seeing, but one hardly leaves the performance into the autumn cold in loojing daze, having experienced something fabulous.

Neither homosexuality vaasw broken relationships with fathers have the the power to lookiny anymore. At least not in Sweden. Yes, three women and a man. Or two young Feminists an older lonely woman and a homosexual man raised in a traditional culture. She speaks American English, has time to wear both burka and bikini, but shows at the same time naively and quickwittedly how global oppression of women operates.

Last but not least, Amikam rages around in a pea-green ski lioking and pink carry-on suitcase at the Jewish Theatre. He makes excuses for being late, but my father just died. And contact with the audience is just his middle name, once he starts no-one is safe. He is very adept at putting the fiction gaasa question, getting hugs, jackets, cigarettes from the audience.

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God knows what if he only wanted to. It all seems slightly behind schedule. All the other members of the audience waiting to be admitted to the auditorium seem to have the same thought, as a stressed out gentleman wearing a cap and lo of suitcases storms in through the entrance. The performance has already begun. Small unexpected surprises like this twinkle like a string of pearls throughout the performance. Or like the garland of lamp shades that eventually frames the minimalist white bar.

Before we leave Levy has managed to re-de the whole place using rich fabrics, candelabras, rugs, a couch. To prove this he needs no shocking pink suit. And what a meeting it is. In this production Levy employs the improvisational techniques from stand-up comedy to reach the audience, garnishing with song and dance as he goes along. He selects his victims with a kind but dangerous glint in his hawkish gaze. He gets a witty repartee from the Stockholm audience at the Jewish Theatre who obviously master the subtleties of Jewish sense of humour as described in the program by the cultural journalist Jan Gradvall Jerry Seindfeld, Larry David, Woody Allen.

There is however no doubt who gets to talk the most here. The pink suit? The encounter lasted for ten minutes. Hamadi Khemiri, Hannes Meidal and Jens Ohlin have taken the project from idea and concept to performance. The play is based on a brief, explosive encounter in between three philosophers: Ludwig Wittgenstein, Karl Popper and Bertrand Russell. In his own monologue, alfel premiered at Kulturhuset, produced by the Limbo theatre network.

He made his debut as a playwright in when his Kafka was performed at the Strindberg Intima Teatern and Teater Galeasen in Stockholm. He has also worked as a dramaturg and with drama at a more theoretical level, and has co-authored Dionysos och Apollon — tankar om teater with actor Keve Hjelm. Men kan det bli teater? What happens when numerous different works of art come together and make up something new?

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