Friday, April 15, 2011

The Saddest Thing aboutLife

Perhaps the saddest thing about life is that certain moments only happen once. There you are suddenly radiant with life, aglow with blessings and everything in the world is phosphorescent with accessible energy. And then, in the skip of a heart, that time is past, is a letter in a shoebox, a stain on a sheet. But then again you also realise that the concept of once is a primary source of the sustaining beauty life has. Of all the arts it’s dance that probably expresses most eloquently and poignantly the transient nature of life’s moments of grace. And this is why everyone should go and see Wim Wenders’ film about Pina Bausch. Twice I was lucky to see her dance company perform and both times it was like being stripped naked and daubed in mud and pollen by the girl with the most beautiful hands.


  1. Dare I ask how many times you've experienced being daubed in mud and pollen for real??

    I guess watching the dance is less messy... but daubed in mud does sound appealing. Not sure about the pollen.

  2. Lost count, Sandie. The pollen is chiefly an aesthetic touch, like gold filigree, to render the thing, visually, less primeval.

  3. One great big fan of Pina Bausch here. The floral improv in the bar scene in Alchemy is an affectionate reference (or plagiaristic rip-off - depending on your viewpoint I guess) to two of her shows.

    Haven't seen the film yet, though. Thanks for the thumbs up. Wim Wenders can do no wrong as far as I'm concerned.

  4. This was an interesting read. Not sure who Wim Wenders or Pina Bausch are but the beginning of this was quite philosophical...which I always appreciate.