Stabat Mater de discorde

Je déteste la censure. Encore plus quand elle censure l'art. Je déteste mille fois plus la censure quand elle se produit à Montréal, MA ville d'adoption, MON village. Apparemment, cette image publicitaire des Grands Ballets Canadiens était trop choquante pour les yeux sensibles des fonctionnaires du STM. Je ne sais pas comment sera le ballet, mais cette image est magnifique. Et donc fuck le STM, je la partage sur Vraie Fiction.

An new (but old) Danse Macabre

Tonight for my countdown to Halloween post, I am uploading again, as this is a seasonal tradition on this blog, the Danse Macabre. This time, it is a short, silent movie adaptation of the symphonic poem, dating back from 1922. This movie is more an allegory than a scary story, but it has many creepy, even tragic, moments. I enjoyed it a lot and I hope you do too.

Art, moral and an aphorism

Quick blog post about a controversy and a great unknown line my brother wrote on Facebook about it, very close to Oscar Wilde's aphorisms. Anyway, a ballet dancer from the Royal Winnipeg Ballet was sacked because he played in a porn. My initial reaction: so what if he did? It's not like he raped anyone. My second reaction is: shame on the Royal Winnipeg Ballet, it is a wrong decision in so many ways. That said, my brother summed it up in a great unknown line: "Artists aren't there to promote some silly morals. Artists should stay away from morals. Managers should stay away from everything." Worthy of Oscar Wilde, I say.