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LIN Hwai-min Georgian Folk Songs recorded by Rustavi Choir CHANG Tsan-tao Austin WANG Taurus WAH SZU Chien-hua YANG Cheng-yung November 4, 1994 at National Theater, Taipei, Taiwan 90 minutes with no intermission
There is no happiness for him who does not travel, Rohita! Thus we have heard. Living in the society of men, the best man becomes a sinner... Therefore, wander! The feet of the wanderer are like the flower, his soul is growing and reaping the fruit; and all his sins are destroyed by his fatigues in wandering. Therefore, wander! The fortune of him who is sitting, sits; it rises when he rises; it sleeps when he sleeps; it moves when he moves. Therefore, wander! -- The God Indra urges the life of the road upon a young man named Rohita in Aitareya Brahmana --
JOURNEY TO BODHGAYA
By Lin Hwai-min
I do not know when the name Bodhgaya first entered my mind. For a few years I wanted to go there badly, even if I didn't know what I would do once I got there. I only knew it was in Bodhgaya that Buddha attained his enlightenment under a bodhi tree. In the summer of 1994, when I finally had a few free days, I hurriedly booked an air ticket. Still I did not know why I had set my mind on going. Bodhgaya was a village with only a muddy track for access. Little shops and open-air stalls gathered around the compound of Mahabodhi Temple to form a market. Constructed in the sixth century, the Mahabodhi stupa, a stone structure, was 50 meters tall. Standing in the temple courtyard, it ascended towards the blue sky. To the back of the stupa stood a bodhi tree, a fourth generation descendent in 2,500 years; its trunk spreading into infinity, and its leaves and branches shielding over mortal souls. The Diamond Seat of Buddha sat beneath the tree; a fence had been set up around it. Monks and pilgrims of different nationalities sat on the ground outside the fence. Under the guidance of the monks, the pilgrims chanted Buddhist scriptures. Between the rising and falling of the chanting, one could hear birds twittering from near and afar. In the afternoon I would sit on the banks of the Neranjra River outside of the Temple compound and stare blankly at it. The water was muddy and seemed motionless. From time to time, a big bubble would break out and pop, to remind one of the turbulent life coursing underneath the smooth surface of the river. I suppose that the Neranjra river which Buddha saw would have been flowing in much the same way. It was in the grove of trees on the opposite shore that Prince Siddhartha engaged in six years of ascetic practice on a daily diet of sesame seeds and a grain of wheat, at last reducing himself to skin-and-bones before realizing that this consuming desire to be enlightened was the biggest obstacle to his enlightenment. So Prince Siddhartha accepted the offerings of a village maiden. He crossed the river to take his place in the diamond seat that destiny had prepared for him. I stood on the river bank and marveled at Buddha's determination to cross the river. To turn away from the world and become self-reliant, to live the life of a hermit and practice asceticism, is completion of the self. To receive, to accept another person's bodily warmth was for Buddha, at the moment of receiving, a return to the world of birth, old age, illness and death. Having crossed the river himself, Buddha would now guide humanity to cross it. The Agama Scripture tells us that, at the time of his nirvana, Buddha did not, as popular Buddhist mythology would have us believe, take leave of the world easily. He summoned his beloved disciple, Ananda, to give him detailed instructions on his cremation and the construction of the stupa. It was too much for Ananda to bear, and he ran into the woods to cry. Buddha heard him crying and called him back to his side and comforted him. There is infinite beauty within the beauty of nirvana the reluctance to leave, and the reluctance to let go. On the bank of the Neranjra River, I realized for the first time in my life that Buddha was an ordinary mortal who also endured human confusion and struggle. Out of his compassion, he practiced asceticism and meditation, and pointed out to us the path of salvation. I felt warmth and was filled with love and admiration for Buddha.
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I sat quietly under the bodhi tree, shoulder to shoulder with the monks. I opened my eyes, and saw sunlight coming from the top of the stupa through the branches to land directly on my forehead. My heart became full of joy; I felt a quietude that I had never experienced. Back in Taipei, I often remembered the cool bodhi tree, and the Neranjra River that ran quietly through time. Every day the dancers of Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan meditated. I created Songs of the Wanderers with great ease, a work about practicing asceticism, the river's mildness, and the quest for quietude. As I review this piece of work from 1994, it feels as though I am studying an entry in my diary. The memory of the journey to Budhgaya causes my heart to be overcome with joy, which I hope can be shared with the audience of Songs of the Wanderers.
. . . so touching that one can not help crying . . . tears of joy -- ones heart nearly explodes from such a great theatrical experience one would assume that Georgian folk songs are a poor choice of music, but when its contemplative voice fills the hall, one can only feel as though the music had been made especially for this dance. Aftenposten Lins troupe is a fine ensemble and his choreography is both accomplished and gripping, rigorous and committed, and not a little beautiful too Lins dancers meditate before a performance and you can see why: the focus and control required is formidable At the end a curtain of rice erupts in a golden explosion of ecstasy. It is a brilliant theatrical moment which bedazzles our imagination. The Times The work moves the audience to tears. . . . A rousing standing ovation. Bergens Tidende Whatever words of praise one can say about the originality, the plastic beauty, the human strength and, at the same time, the spiritual delicateness of this show, will always be too few. JL, Lisbon Lins dancers have been exquisitely schooled, mentally and physically. They can hold a sculpted position so long they seem to have been turned into sculpted stone, or move as slowly as melting wax. Saint Paul Pioneer Express It is the spirit behind the dance and production values that makes this work so special. It is reflected in the structure and finely wrought, committed performances to make Songs of the Wanderers thought-provoking and memorable. The Sydney Morning Herald One of the most surprising events of the [Dublin] festival to partner Grand Canal Theatre with Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan, and last week saw a record audience of 1,800 people for a single contemporary dance show. Looking out on this modern edge of the city, reclaimed and regenerated, it brought back the importance of that first festival in 2002, when Merce Cunningham and his company majestically inhabited the stage of the Abbey Theatre and brought dance centre-stage to the city. The Irish Times
LIN HWAI-MIN
Founder and Artistic Director
Honouring Lin Hwai-min with a Lifetime Achievement Award, the jury of the International Movimentos Dance Prize, Germany, calls Lin a foremost innovator of dance and that Lin Hwai-min ranks amongst artists of the century such as William Forsythe, George Balanchine, Birgit Cullberg. A writer-turned choreographer, Lin has published books of fiction and essay, and holds a Master of Fine Arts from the Writers Workshop, University of Iowa. Lin Hwai-min studied dance in Taiwan and New York. In 1973, he founded Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan, and Cloud Gate 2 in 1999. Heralded as the most important choreographer in Asia, Lin often draws his inspiration from traditional Asian culture and aesthetics to create original works with contemporary resonance, which have made Dance Europe acclaim: No company in the world dances like Cloud Gate. It presents a distinct and mature Chinese choreographic language. The importance of this evolution in Asian dance is no less profound than the impact of Forsythes Ballet Frankfurt on European classical ballet. Among the honours Lin Hwai-min has received are honorary doctorates from five universities in Taiwan and Hong Kong, the Taiwan National Award for Arts, the Ramon Magsaysay Award, the John D. Rockefeller 3rd Award, the award for 'Best Choreographer' at the Lyon Biennial Festival and the 'Chevalier of the Order of Arts and Letters' from the French Ministry of Culture. In 2005, he was celebrated by Time Magazine as one of the Asias Heroes. Lin has been invited by the "Rolex Mentor and Protge Initiative to serve as the mentor of dance for 2012/2013. He will mentor a young choreographer selected from candidates recommended by a panel of dance experts around the world.
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