Listened to a couple of choirs yesterday. One sang Hava Nagila...we had sung that fifteen years ago.
Am now officially feeling older:)
Hell and Illuminations, which showcased Rimbaud's poetry in dramatic form, opened with masked dancers. His poetry is very Romantic, his images sweeping and he also gave voice to Ophelia. We travelled all over seas with him, as he swept us along. He "has inherited from his ancestors, the Gauls, lust, magnificent lust. Sloth too."
The Indian dance movements which seemed to be interludes came across as forced, however.