Camille Saint-Saëns – Danse Macabre

Zig, zig, zig, Death in cadence,

 Striking with his heel a tomb,

 Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,

 Zig, zig, zig, on his violin.

 The winter wind blows and the night is dark;

 Moans are heard in the linden-trees.

 Through the gloom, white skeletons pass,

 Running and leaping in their shrouds.

 Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking.

 The bones of the dancers are heard to crack-

 But hist! of a sudden they quit the round,

 They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed.

 Henri Cazalis.

 

They wear their clothes. The sun shines. It is not night. Clear daylight and yet every movement clarifies that this dance used to be the night only visitors at graveyards

 

Now in bright daylight…

The movement is slower

They are wearing masks to prevent recognition and contact with the other death

Captured by the spell of politics and media

Not life but dis-ease is on their minds and all measurements how to act and behave… installed by governments and media… kept alive by quasi scientist who never were on stage and now in the limelight’s from talk shows believe they contribute

Without having a clue to what

 

The Danse Macabre

Is a shocking realistic play that shows the poverty in development of the human race