Glories to Nothingness by Elisabeth Laasonen Belgrano

GLORIES TO NOTHINGNESS SORROW. MADNESS. NOTHING. A voice. A gesture. A beginning. An experiment. A sketch. A becoming. ... based on the story of a singer’s performance of paradoxes and passions in 17th century Venice. ... based on a singer’s research – performed in the 21st century – about the Art of Performing Everything and Nothing. GLORIES TO NOTHINGNESS is an artistic research project investigating performative acts of moving between Vocalizing ≈ Articulating ≈ Mattering ≈ Trusting. The research question: How to perform trust? Every movement, utterance, projection and articulation is consciously exploring and honoring Nothingness as an idea and a concept much debated at the time when the first public opera productions were performed in Venice around 1640. Based on a performative research approach and new materialist theories, performance acts are methodologically diffracted through musical fragments composed by Luigi Rossi (c. 1597 – 1653), Claudio Monteverdi (1567-1643) and Francesco Sacrati (1605-1650); through selected poems from the volume Le Glorie della signora Anna Renzi romana (Venice, 1641); through thoughts entangled with figures such as RESISTANCE, VULNERABILITY and TRUST; through the practice of exploring force and form as every day performative acts. Elisabeth Belgrano vocal projections / performance Björn Ross visual projections / scenography

Glories to Nothingness

A beginning…

Tonight i take a deep breath. I begin an experiment. A journey. Deep into the voice of every spoke word. Into every sound passing through the body. through every passion acted out of nothing. A Dio...

Tonight (i) take a deep breath. (I) begin an experiment. (A) journey. Deep into the voice of E/very spoke/n word. Into E/very sound passing through the body. In/through E/very passion acted out of no/thing. A Dio...

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A à à Dio Roma

A à à Dio Patria

A à àamici, amiiiiiiiIIIIIIiiiici

à Dio

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A à à Dio Patria

A à àamici, amiiiiiiiIIIIIIiiiici

Vado à partir l’esiglio in pianti amari

Navigo disperata disperata i sordid mari,

L’aria che d’ora in ora riceverà i miei fiati

Gli porterà il nome del cor mio

A veder à baciar le patrie mura

Et io

Starò solinga

Alternando le mosse ai pianti, ai passi

Insegnando pietade ai freddi sassi

Remigate, remigate, remigate

Oggi mai perverse genti

Allontanarmi, allontanarmi

Dà dà dà gl’amati lidi

Ahi, ahi, ahi sacrilego duolo,

Tù tù tù m’interdici il pianto

Quando lascio la Patria

Interdici il pianto quando lascio la Patria

Ne stilar una lacrima poss’io

Mentre dico ai Parenti è à Roma

Ne stilar una una lacrima poss’io

Mentre dico ai Parenti è à Roma

A Dio.

Farewell, Rome

Farewell my homeland, my friends o God, farewell friends.

I am leaving for exile in bitter tears.

I will navigate desperately across the deaf seas

The winds that from time to time receive my breath, brings the name of my heart, to see and to kiss the walls of my homeland.

And I will remain alone

shifting my moves between tears and walking.

Teaching the cold stone to have mercy

Row, row, row today, you perfidious men. Take me away, take me away

From my beloved shores

Ah, ah, ah sacrilegious pain when I leave my home you forbid me to weep

you forbid the tears when I leave my home,

not even a tear may fall when I say to my family and to Rome

farewell.

Prologue

Hidden in darkness

a voice awaits the moment of its first entrance.

An utterance,

disturbing and yet expected.

Bring light to the room,

changing direction of thought,

breaking silence.

Place in under a blanket.

Offered as a victime to the Gods.

words will come out of a mouth

raw, trembling and hestitant.

a... a... a Dio Roma.

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