Sunday, June 17, 2007
In Kyra's Words: QUOTE
... When I joined New York City Ballet, Mr. B. was 70 years old, but he was still creating and was still energetic and vital. He made Robert Schumann's Davidsbundlertanze in 1980, and we were all fascinated by it. Mr. B., who had a reputation for angular, fast ballets, was making an incredibly romantic and tragic work about the life of Schumann. Dancing in this ballet is always a thrill for me: the beautiful music and sets make it completely otherworldly, and it was one of the first ballets where I could dance with the passion and drama that I enjoy so much.
From the printed program notes.
I did not like this ballet at the premiere but fortunately was told I was an idiot, so I kept going till I liked it. The like turned to love, and it became one of my Top Ten Balanchines. Reading the life of Robert and Clara, one of history's greatest love stories, and absorbing his music, helped. And, especially, I am in deepest debt to Mr. B. for giving me this composer.
Today's cast included Kyra Nichols/Charles Askegard as the parents of their children, Maria Kowroski/Philip Neal as Muse and Creative Artist, with other aspects of the couples's life portrayed by Jenifer Ringer/Nikolaj Hubbe and Jennie Somogyi/Nilas Martins.
Early on the driving force in this ballet was, for me, the Muse of Suzanne Farrell. There was the obvious second story of Ms. Farrell and Balanchine approaching his final illness, and this in the reality of the times was what obviously resonated. There was a gap in time, till Maria Kowroski began dancing Farrell, and for me eventually reaching (mea culpa) Suzanne's level. Then, the last go 'round the role was taken from her. But today she was back home, and so was the ballet. I found her to be
on, technically, both in allegro and adagio. Since it is in part about Farrell, a dancer with a true and monumental arabesque and great physical beauty of a spiritual kind is mandatory (for me) in this Muse role. For this alone, I loved this performance.
But as the mother of Schumann's children, I have never from the first day on, seen such a performance as given today by Kyra Nichols. There comes a point where Charles Askegard portrays Schumann's complex mental illness with pure intensity: the evil scribes come out in black, those critics who tormented his paranoia with their reviews, of course, but other aspects too. Even Clara as Muse, Maria, trying to dance him back into his identity of creator, cannot distract him from his overriding love of his children and his terror from that moment of madness when he actually struck one of his beloved daughters. Clara as Wife, Kyra, tries with all tenderness to bring him back to his anchor of family; such powerful gentle touches, love and hope pouring from her eyes, but with his last drop of sanity, his last act of transcendent love as a father (on this, Father's Day), he turns his eyes and body away from hers, and walks toward the sea, one last glance over his shoulder to see the object of musical history's greatest inspiration... We know the story. A fisherman pulled him out, but he would not risk his children by going home, and finished out his life in an institution.
Recently Mr. Macaulay of the Times wrote his testament to Ms. Nichols's greatness, that versatility, the transparency she gave to every role, so that we would know its essence, but never see the dancer as herself, she remained a hidden mystery. This past week or so, that is not longer true. I see
you, Kyra Nichols.
Kyra chose this as the centerpiece for her retirement gala. No better woman for no better choice.