Every month someone, often from the company, writes a letter to another person who then picks up the pen and writes to someone else. The letters are often personal and reflect on dance, the wonders and challenges of dance and what it’s like to perform it.
The letter below is written by dancer and former Cullberg apprentice Anton Skaaning Thomsen to Dages Juvelier Keates, dramaturg for flesh chariot, chariot of flesh.
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Dear Dages,
I hope this letter finds you well.
I am writing to you from a sunny balcony in Bergen, Norway, while drinking mint tea and listening to the sounds of children playing nearby. This is a rare moment, since most days unfortunately are rainy here. On this balcony, the busyness of Stockholm and the life I had there suddenly feels long gone. Have you also moved to another place and felt like everything changed in no time? It stuns me how quickly we adapt to other environments, landscapes, dynamics. How fast we let go and move on… Or, perhaps we never really let go – perhaps we are continuously carrying all of it with us, all the experiences we have had, all the people we have encountered, all that we have touched and felt.
To me, these are aspects of life that flesh chariot, chariot of flesh touches upon. Even though I have only followed the beginning of this creation by Faye Driscoll, I feel like I have my own intimate relationship with the piece and its materials. I see it questioning the ways we are being together in the world today and processing our collective crises and traumas in a deeply embodied way.
In my opinion, this is highly relevant to contemporary dance today, and I appreciate, both as a performer and audience member, when contemporary struggles are invited into the theatre and dealt with through the body. As Faye said in a recent interview about the piece, “The impact that movement work, live performance work that is dealing a lot with the body, can have on other bodies is something mysterious and something very powerful and primal.” And as strong as these impacts are, they are indeed also mysterious and therefore difficult to articulate in language, which brings me to the reflections Luca Seixas shared with me in his letter.
In his letter, Luca questioned whether we really need to be able to comprehend and rationalise everything. He emphasised how dance carries the ability to change how we might feel, experience, and sense beyond our rational understanding. While fully agreeing with Luca, I recognise the times we are asked to put things that seem to exist outside of words into words. To make the intangible tangible. Dages, I imagine that this is part of your work as a dramaturg, lingering between the tangibility and intangibility of a piece. How do you engage in this process, and what are your ways of using, or refusing, language in relation to the felt embodied experience?
I am wondering if the role of the dramaturg could be compared to that of a navigator at sea, although not the version with charts and courses toward “new” territories. I am thinking of something older – sailors here in Norway used to cross open water for centuries without a compass by reading the sun, the stars, the flight of birds. I think of a navigator like that, someone who feels their way, working in service of everyone aboard rather than commanding them. I believe that the choreographer often needs to dive deep into the complicated ocean of somatic experience along with the dancers in order to sense the currents of the process. However, it is easy to lose yourself in these waters, and this is where I imagine the dramaturg enters – someone with enough distance to see what is gathering on the horizon, close enough to sense it as well.
Dages, forgive me for projecting all this on you as a dramaturg, but I do like to imagine you as a navigator. One that I can ask for advice about the weather tomorrow, or simply ask, “where are we going?”
So… Where are we going?
To be honest, I think it is good to know where you think we are going, but even more vital to know where you feel that we should be going. What are you dreaming about? When I read the news these days, I feel overwhelmed and concerned. Concerned about today, tomorrow, and the day after that. I am wondering what kind of future we are passing on to the next generations. What kind of present are we accepting for our fellow human beings? Will we be able to live with the fact that we allowed wars, genocides, and injustice to happen before our eyes, livestreamed on the devices we held in our hands every day?
I do not want us to be going further down that road, I do not want the ship to sail in that direction. Luca asked me how I see dance holding space today. He asked if it needs to act. And sitting here, writing this letter while listening to the local children playing without concerns, I want to say yes. Yes, dance needs to act. Yes, dance needs to go further than entertaining its audiences. Dance needs to hold the space for us to deal with all the complicated crises and traumas that continue to shape our world today, because where else can we collectively relate to these matters through the body and its felt experiences, without needing to make explicit meaning of it?
Looking up from my laptop here on the balcony, I now see that clouds have begun to form in the distance. I have finished my tea, and I am slowly but surely getting colder. Luckily, I still hear the children playing, as if it is all going to be all right. And maybe, one day, it will indeed be all right.
Please send my wishes to everyone involved in flesh chariot, chariot of flesh and the rest of the lovely team at Cullberg. I hope that the audiences will feel all of the 15 powerful bodies on stage, and that the feeling in itself will be enough to change the world.
With love,
Anton Skaaning Thomsen













