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����������� Cities seen behind the glass of a too-rapid itinerary.� All I can really do is make notes of the things I know I will return to.� Will it be the cities or the maps of cities that I remember?� Drove through Innsbruck, ski town with the golden roof, then to Salzburg, suspended in Mozart.� A dinner concert near St. Peters, flowers and period costumes, chandeliers and candlelight.� Einkleinesnachtmusic, Don Giovanni, Marriage of Figarro.� There was one Japanese woman who continued clapping, in an orange blouse, after everyone else had stopped.� I will refuse to measure a trip by its failures or shortcomings, places skipped or hurried through, but my moments like these, set to music, not car horns and parking lots. |
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Hotel in Wien, which I like more called Vienna.� Walked around the city, the giant chess set in Kapitelplatz, a choir in Dom zuSalzburg, the funicular (what a word) up to Hohensalzburg.� And a Barokmuseum.� At night, too late to see a play, I thought, but I found one at 9:00, Theater OhneGrehnsen, a play called ShattenGarten.� I went out to the address to see about it, but there was nothing there.� In fact, there was a door, unmarked and a button near the window with the name of the theater, very small.� You push the button and a man lets you in.� He explains politely about the play, calling from the back room a woman I would find out later was the only actor and, I suspect, the writer and director.� Yes, they have one seat left, although it will be tight.� The theater is an apartment, really, and they show us into a kitchen where they serve us drinks.� 7 or 8 germans around a table, drinking, talking, and just as I begin to wonder if this is some ultra-experimental theater where the audience is actually the actors, he, the man who let us in, knocks on another door and opens it, for us to enter the theater.� Sofas and mats on the floor, and the woman watering flowers.� The play used lights, screens, and paper figures to cast shadows.� A very simple spell, that the woman cast well in her small surroundings.� She used an overhead projector, with glasses sitting on it she filled with different liquids.� Her voice rich and Austrian.� At one point she served us lemonade.� At another she pulled a sheet off two mirrors on the floor, that reflected a light from the ceiling into two white circles on the back wall of the room.� A wonderful effect: she poured water from a flower pot onto the mirrors, making them puddle into twin cratered moons. |
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LeopoldMuseum and ModernerKunst: EgonScheine, Klimt, Mondrian, Kandinsky, Jasper Johns.� I have left a lot of time in museums, painting paintings with my thoughts about them.� Art is a religion I'm only just learning the catechisms for.� Also went to ST. Stephen's Domkirche, saw the Hoffburg palace and SchlossSchonbrunn, and we walked in the gardens and the maze outside.� That little labyrinth in the labyrinth of Vienna, in the labyrinth of these weeks and all the things I have to think about.� In the middle were two FengSui stones, you touch to be in harmony.� We drove from Veinna to a nowhere town on the way to Venice, a Gasthouse where we ate outside under a tent and light bulb with little insects, real Germans in for a meal from farmer's fields, with children running around the tables.� Up early again, on a bench outside by the road.� Traveling becomes a constant state, expected. |
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