Monday, December 14, 2015

A Russian Ballet Springs to Life

     For the past 21 years, the Triangle Youth Ballet in Chapel Hill, North Carolina has staged the Nutcracker.   With its own orchestra and original choreography customized for the young cast of dancers between the ages of 8 and 18, the 123 year old ballet takes on a whole new life.

     I watched two performances this past week-end, both held at the majestic Carolina Theatre in Durham, North Carolina.   Opened in 1926, this meticulously renovated venue in the Beaux Arts style, offers a spectacular setting for a ballet as magnificent  as the Nutcracker.

     There was a palpable excitement as I approached the brightly lit entrance to the Carolina.  Visitors lingered in the walkway and lobby for this "opening night."  (Chapel Hill High School was the setting for last week's performance, but dancing in the venerated Carolina must bring a special thrill to the cast and their families.)

     A large table filled with nutcrackers of all shapes was set up in the lobby; nearby a beautifully costumed volunteer gave directional assistance and greeted visitors.  Turns out she was the wife of the orchestra conductor.  And speaking of orchestras, the Triangle Youth Ballet is indeed fortunate to have its own orchestra, the Tchaikovsky Virtuosi, conducted by Andrew McAfee.            

     Watching the performance from backstage gave me a unique opportunity to talk with the dancers.  Among my favorites were the Angels, the youngest members of the cast.  One of them, Camilla Carrington, memorized all the dances in case a replacement was needed.  An eight year old, she could be seen in the hallway limbering up or playing games with other angels.





     I interviewed the group, asking them their favorite part about being angels ("the music, "walking in the haze",  "being told we're beautiful!")

     The cast showed remarkable skill and poise on the stage.  Rehearsals start in August and double up as performance time years.   The person behind the magic is ballet school founder and director, Lauren Lorentz de Haas, who has been teaching dance for 35 years.

     This Nutcracker has become a new tradition at our house during the holiday season.


Friday, December 4, 2015

The Violence of Silence

   I just read an essay called "Shunned" by Meredith Hall.  She was shunned by her community when she got pregnant at 16.  This was in the 60's.  Her essay was a winner in the Creative Nonfiction contest.


    This essay is startling and bothers me because there seems to be no resolution.  I kept looking for the good in the outcome and couldn't find one.  The writer still seems affected by it.

https://www.creativenonfiction.org/online-reading/shunned



Monday, November 23, 2015

Rope

Rope



End of my rope
so I'm letting go
and noticing that 
above, below and all
around me,
there God is.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Kings Singers

     I first discovered this group in the 70's and when I spent 9 months in Europe in 1977, picked up their LP, the one with Billy Boy.  That was a wonderful LP enjoyed for a long time, until I switched over the cd's.  Well, the Kings Singers came to Baldwin Auditorium at Duke last night.  And what a show!  I thought about the LP I used to have and wondered whatever became of it.  I think I left all  of my LP's in Blacksburg with an old boyfriend.  Man, he got  the motherland!  James Taylor, Carole King, Joni Mitchell, and those two special ones from England.

It was magical seeing the Kings Singers last night for the first time.  They all came out and signed cd's and programs for the audience.  There were two sisters from Rock Hill who have seen them about 50 times.  They call themselves their "groupies."

I got all six to sign my shirt and they were happy to oblige.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Monday, November 16, 2015

Take me Home (on James Taylor)


He jumped into my arms, oh,
he nearly knocked me over,
take me home with you!
oh, James I can't do that.

Well let's talk to Trudy first
She doesn't let me do anything
Please take me with you please
James, I can't let go.

We didn't see the parents much.
They never seemed to be around.

(RE-WORK) Frozen Tears (RE-WORK)

from Linda Pastas, Something About the Trees

and Kathy Craig, Climbing the Stairs  (READ AT OASIS ON NOV. 15TH, Chapel Hill

form:  Pantoum



I remember the day that my father died
The house was quiet and still
My mother in the living room with the undertaker
Making plans and turning pages

The house was quiet and still
Low voices planned funeral arrangements
My mother in the living room with Mr. Oakley
Asked me to go upstairs.

My father dead?
My child's mind reeled
escaped to National Geographic
My father's gift from the year before.

My child's mind reeled.
I was just fifteen, home from school
Escaping to the Rome Colesium
on the crisp slick page before me