Huset i Jomfrustræde
en særproduktion skabt i samarbejde med Firenza Guidi /
Elanfrantoio (I)

Cantabile 2’s store sommerforestilling blev produceret i samarbejde med den italienske instruktør Firenza Guidi.
En kropslig, visuel og sensuel promenadeforestilling, der drog publikum ind i et sanseligt univers fyldt med drømme og musik. Forestillingen startede i Støberihallerne, hvor de første scener udspillede sig. Næste tableau var i haven bag hallerne og så var det tilbage ind i Støberihallerne. Efter endnu to tableauer gik turen ud i gamle køretøjer, der ventede i Adelgade. I Jomfrustræde blev publikum mødt af ventende ‘sygeplejersker’ og herefter bevægede forestillingen sig over Torvet, ned gennem Kittenstræde for at ende i et musikalsk klimaks med dans og akrobatik i Bådehallerne på Havnen. Stille momenter blev afløst af sprudlende spektakulære sekvenser, hvor nycirkus, musik, dans og teatralske elementer blandedes og skabte magiske billeder i scener fulde af saft, kraft og poesi. Professionelle performere fra Danmark og udland forvandlede sammen med lokale medvirkende, børn og voksne, for en stund Præstø til en fest med hvirvlende dans, skønhed og glæde.

Director’s note af Firenza Guidi
Huset i Jomfrustræde

There is always a moment when the missing pieces of the tapestry emerge like faces out of darkness. The focus has always been on women, from the very beginning. The process of creation has vagrant notes that need capturing and holding still. I have listened to people’s memories and recollections. Read fragments of history and writings as they connect to Præstø and it’s collective memory. As always, I have followed my own paths and made my own pictures: image, history, memory, identity all woven into a journey from land to sea. From the old metal factory inhabited now by ghosts of the past we cross Adelgade in an old bus to reach the bottom of Jomfrustræde where an army of red cross girls is waiting.

Another flock of girls                                                                                                                The silent Flower people
The memory of a small hospital becomes present “now”, the girls’ footsteps echoing on the cobble-stones that take us to the heart of the town. Outside the city hall and the old prison there is a scaffolding pushing upwards. In there, there is the high and low, the joyous and the raucous, the sane and the mad. All left behind to reach the water and the seedy world of sea and harbour.

The performance weaves local memories, history and fairy tale. The time-frame, early 1900, comes from the writings of three Præstø women who fought for human rights Astrid Stampe, Mathilde Fibiger, Pauline Worm. Their fight to make their voices heard resonates through other women’s poetry of the same period. Their words become powerful and gritty, scratching the canvas of an old oil painting, shaking the immobility and modesty of a close community. Amongst these voices there is Edith Södergran, Hulda Lütke, Ada Negri, Emily Dickinson.

If the words of the feminist poets provide the pain, the grit and the edge, it is one of the fairy tales that H.C. Andersen wrote when he was in Præstø which provides the performance framework. “Ole Lukøje”, the sandman, is a dream-god who brings sleep to children but he is also Death, who closes the eyes of those he visits and takes them away with him. In his fairy tale, Ole Lukøje visits a boy called Hjalmar every night for a whole week and tells him stories. Seven days, seven stories, and for me, seven different locations.

Firenza Guidi, Præstø august 2018

Below, an Example of the women’s poetry:

Edith Södergran

I am not a woman. I am a nothing.
I am a child, a page and a bold resolve,
I am the laughing shaft of a scarlet sun.

I am a net for all greedy fish,
I am a toast to the glory of all women,
I am a step towards hazard and ruin,
I am a leap into freedom and self

I am the whisper of blood in the ear of the man,
I am the soul’s ague, the longing and refusal of the flesh,
I am an entrance sign to new paradises.
I am a flame, searching and brazen,
I am water, deep but daring up to the knee,

I am fire and water. And I am free.