O rangasayee

Having suffered torture amidst malevolent people,I have come to witness your divine form shining with pearl garlands on your chest. Gopikas behave with Krishna as lovers in ecstasy. Some say that Krishna is intimate to Tyagaraja. A sitar whines, a tabla strikes, a raga singer with a plaintive voice wills the devotee to action. In this song Tyagaraja describes the episode of Gopikas rowing boat with Krishna.

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Or his hands hang limply from his arms, bent like dog paws. Hair knots of some gopikas are loosening.

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In this song Tyagaraja describes the episode of Gopikas rowing boat with Krishna. Having suffered torture amidst malevolent people,I have come to witness your divine form shining with pearl garlands on your chest. Their breasts were shaking. Gopikas behave with Krishna as lovers in ecstasy.

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The poses form a sequence. Some say that Krishna is intimate to Tyagaraja. Their pearl necklaces are hanging.

Morris by now has a substantial history of rich engagement with India and Indian dance forms, and was thus the ideal choice to curate this festival. The quirky movements, sequences, and poses that comprise the choreography reappear again and again, starting to become friendly, reassuringly familiar, then beautiful; the mind welcomes their repetition with subtle variations as it might the tones of a mantra.

He slowly raises his head and shoulders, stands, and strikes a pose. Or, with both palms down and open toward the audience, his head bobbles on his neck, looking like something between an elegant Indian dance move and a camp imitation of a kitschy Eastern European tchotchke—you know, the one your mother brought back from Romania. This is known as 'Madhura Bhakti'.

But, like the headwaters of the Ganges, nowhere else is it as bracingly clear and pure as here. Their golden costumes were slipping.

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Their curly hair was flying. Then the piece accelerates. One arm is outstretched like an arrow; the hand on the other, palm outward, covers eyes that gaze up and away. Bangles of some gopikas were tinkling.

A sitar whines, a tabla strikes, a raga singer with a plaintive voice wills the devotee to action. But McMurray has much to bring to the role: His torso welcomes torque. Kasturi marks on their foreheads were melting. Some are kissing in all happiness.

McMurry ends in spasms on the floor. And the prospect of seeing someone else execute them—above all this one, perhaps—seemed as daunting to rangasqyee viewer as it must have been to the dancer taking it on.

Some are singing the praise of Hari. But this powerfully transporting youthful work preceded all his visits and studies and lengthy stays.

Bliss overwhelms the dancer. You are the jewel of Tyagaraja's heart. Morris made this work for himself as a young man early in Oh Ranga Sayee Lord Vishnu reclining in yogic sleep Why don't you respond to my call and come to me saying 'oh'.

Some are praying to the Goddess Yamuna. His fingertips and palms are painted betel red. If you are elated in joy in the company of your consort Lakshmi, assuming that Srirangam is heaven on the earth, When will our afflictions be assuaged?

Some were telling Krishna's stories.

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