Good & Evil have no gender
Early Medieval Garments = rectangular shapes
Pale Palette = all begin pure and darkness(reds into browns) grows as evil grows
Angular shapes (garment patterns)
Perpendicular intersections
No Hats
No Armour
Longest garments are ankle length
No dresses have trains
Uniform hair treatment- men & women
Moral clarity of character = simplicity of costume line
Witches= scenic palette
As costumes get darker complexions get paler
Darkening of costumes achieved by addition of layers (somewhat interchangeable between characters)
As layers are added.... each layer is a deeper value and layers are progressively more damaged and shredded
Uniform Make Up Palette across genders, progression of human qualities into pale lifeless qualities as morality is drained from the play so the visual blood increases and the skin tones become paler and paler.
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Death Fugue
by Paul Celan .....
Black milk of morning we drink you at dusktime
we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at night
we drink and drink ....
we scoop out a grave in the sky where it’s roomy to lie .....
There’s a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes
who writes when it’s nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta .......
he writes it and walks from the house and the stars all start flashing he whistles his dogs to draw near .......
whistles his Jews to appear starts us scooping a grave out of sand ......
he commands us to play for the dance .........
Black milk of morning we drink you at night
we drink you at dawntime and noontime we drink you at dusktime
we drink and drink .......
There’s a man in this house who cultivates snakes and who writes .......
who writes when it’s nightfall nach Deutschland your golden hair Margareta .........
your ashen hair Shulamite we scoop out a grave in the sky where it’s roomy to lie ........
He calls jab it deep in the soil you lot there you other men sing and play ..........
he tugs at the sword in his belt he swings it his eyes are blue
jab your spades deeper you men you other men you others play up again for the dance ..............
Black milk of morning we drink you at night
we drink you at noontime and dawntime we drink you at dusktime
we drink and drink .............
there’s a man in this house your golden hair Margareta
your ashen hair Shulamite he cultivates snakes ...........
He calls play that death thing more sweetly Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland ........
he calls scrape that fiddle more darkly then hover like smoke in the air ..........
then scoop out a grave in the clouds where it’s roomy to lie .........
Black milk of morning we drink you at night
we drink you at noontime Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland
we drink you at dusktime and dawntime we drink and drink .......
Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland his eye is blue
he shoots you with leaden bullets his aim is true ........
There’s a man in this house your golden hair Margareta ....
he sets his dogs on our trail he gives us a grave in the sky ....
he cultivates snakes and he dreams Death is a gang-boss aus Deutschland ...............
your golden hair Margareta
your ashen hair Shulamite
Margarete 1981 Palette
