Saturday, November 07, 2009

The West Lake Fairy Tale

A single dancer in traditional dress is lit in the middle of the lake. Sometimes she travels in a slowly moving boat - at other times it is as though she walks through the water itself. Around her music seems to waft like mist. Then, all at once, the shores of the lake are lit

every tree, every house, seems to have its own light, and the music surges into a crescendo that barely dies away.

I've told the story before, and in a lot of ways it doesn't matter. It is the spectacle that is the thing: the hundred dancers each holding a large white feather

and then the crane flying overhead. The lovers die, but they proceed triumphantly to heaven. Then the lights fade away, and the music too, and the rain which has been threatening all day starts to fall, warm gentle drops.


Anonymous Stephen Curry said...

Lovely. Beautiful.

Must have been magical to witness.

Sat Nov 07, 10:09:00 am  
Blogger Kay said...

Wow that would be an awesome thing to behold.

Sun Nov 08, 12:11:00 am  
Blogger aliholli said...

If it was anything like the youtube video you posted it looks pretty spectacular. I'm not surprised the travel agent urged you to go see it, it looks amazing.

Sun Nov 08, 03:39:00 pm  
Blogger Clare Dudman said...

It was, Ali! I think you would have loved it. When the lights came on everyone went 'Ah!' just like when there's some particularly good fireworks.

Sun Nov 08, 09:15:00 pm  

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