1 00:00:00,000 --> 00:00:06,320 Festival Brikcius 2 00:00:06,420 --> 00:00:08,100 presents 3 00:00:08,100 --> 00:00:15,620 MAKANNA 4 00:00:15,640 --> 00:00:19,100 Under the auspices of Sir Tom Stoppard and Václav Havel at the Convent of St Agnes of Bohemia in Prague 5 00:00:19,100 --> 00:00:25,300 Irena Kosíková: Ballet MAKANNA (based on the novel MAKANNA by Jewish writer Jiří Weil) for Cello, Voice and Orchestra 6 00:00:25,300 --> 00:00:28,500 Starring 7 00:00:28,500 --> 00:00:31,700 Jiří Weil (1900 - 1959) 8 00:00:31,700 --> 00:00:34,900 Irena Kosíková - Composer 9 00:00:34,900 --> 00:00:40,200 Jan Talich - Conductor 10 00:00:40,200 --> 00:00:43,400 Jan Židlický - Narrator 11 00:00:43,400 --> 00:00:48,900 František Brikcius - Cello 12 00:00:48,900 --> 00:01:02,400 Talich Chamber Orchestra 13 00:02:30,000 --> 00:02:34,200 1. MAKANNA - The Rise (I.) 14 00:09:40,000 --> 00:09:47,000 2. MAKANNA - The Rise (II.) 15 00:14:09,000 --> 00:14:17,000 3. MAKANNA - The Rise (III.) 16 00:25:53,200 --> 00:26:01,000 4. MAKANNA - Bahchee singer describing Makanna 17 00:26:01,540 --> 00:26:05,910 Jiří Weil: MAKANNA 18 00:26:08,280 --> 00:26:11,280 Only one of my teeth is left, 19 00:26:12,000 --> 00:26:20,330 and they were all like pearls when I was young; 20 00:26:20,330 --> 00:26:25,000 now I'm blind, leaning on a stick, 21 00:26:25,000 --> 00:26:31,640 and I had eyes like an eagle prowling for his trophy. 22 00:26:31,640 --> 00:26:38,000 Oh, my teeth, which stood in line 23 00:26:38,280 --> 00:26:43,000 like a military formation, marching into battle, 24 00:26:43,000 --> 00:26:50,500 what millstones you were, grinding a marrow bone! 25 00:26:50,500 --> 00:26:57,000 Oh, my eyes, what joy you brought me from seeing far away, 26 00:26:57,000 --> 00:27:04,800 you were like small wells in an almond orchard, 27 00:27:04,800 --> 00:27:13,000 your vision was like arrows shot into a blue sky. 28 00:27:13,000 --> 00:27:17,380 My teeth fell out and my eyesight faded, 29 00:27:17,380 --> 00:27:25,000 and my hair turned white and my mouth, I used to smile with, hollowed. 30 00:27:25,000 --> 00:27:34,870 I'm a beggar now, under the black star born. 31 00:27:34,870 --> 00:27:41,300 Only my voice remaines, I crow now, 32 00:27:41,300 --> 00:27:49,300 like a foul raven over the corpses of dead heroes, 33 00:27:49,300 --> 00:27:56,700 only my voice remained, once crystal clear, 34 00:27:56,700 --> 00:28:06,530 like song of jingling bells, when a caravan walks home. 35 00:28:06,530 --> 00:28:11,700 So is the body crushed by the wheels of destiny 36 00:28:11,700 --> 00:28:18,000 and the desert is where apple trees once bloomed. 37 00:28:18,000 --> 00:28:23,000 Thus building castles in the sinful temple 38 00:28:23,000 --> 00:28:36,960 called the world is nonsense and is not worth the strain. 39 00:28:36,960 --> 00:28:41,830 I, who knew glory, wealth, 40 00:28:41,830 --> 00:28:47,000 even experienced hunger, sun and human cold, 41 00:28:47,000 --> 00:28:54,680 I, whom the sultan of Khorasan, gave five thousand dirhams, 42 00:28:54,680 --> 00:29:01,000 because my voice was golden and in palaces I sung. 43 00:29:01,000 --> 00:29:09,000 Now I am the singer of beggars at the bazar. 44 00:29:09,000 --> 00:29:11,700 Listen to my singing. 45 00:29:11,700 --> 00:29:18,600 Listen to the dotara's hollow sound, it's narration, 46 00:29:18,600 --> 00:29:26,700 when my chest is torn by the sword of grief, 47 00:29:26,700 --> 00:29:34,600 when I sing no longer about heroes, famous emperors, 48 00:29:34,600 --> 00:29:40,600 when I sing no longer about dukes and king Solomon, 49 00:29:40,600 --> 00:29:50,000 who ate food from golden plates and had thousands of women, 50 00:29:50,000 --> 00:29:56,700 I, who has a beggar's bowl now, 51 00:29:56,700 --> 00:30:04,800 will talk about a modest man in a green veil, 52 00:30:04,800 --> 00:30:13,500 about Makanna, as people call him, who performs miracles, 53 00:30:13,500 --> 00:30:23,070 about Makanna, whose name is whispered by potters, strap makers, 54 00:30:23,070 --> 00:30:31,100 even camel herders and water sellers, shepherds and vagabonds, 55 00:30:31,100 --> 00:30:39,300 about Makanna, whose face was never seen 56 00:30:39,300 --> 00:30:46,800 and yet everybody knows him. 57 00:30:46,800 --> 00:30:49,200 No, Makanna a prince he is not, 58 00:30:49,200 --> 00:30:54,000 he doesn't have a quiver encrusted with rubies, 59 00:30:54,000 --> 00:31:00,040 his hand doesn't grasp a sword. 60 00:31:00,040 --> 00:31:03,600 No, he is not an educated man 61 00:31:03,600 --> 00:31:09,420 and doesn't read fate from the stars, 62 00:31:09,420 --> 00:31:14,800 he doesn't observe these lines of life and death. 63 00:31:14,800 --> 00:31:19,400 Yet he seems veiled in royal vesture, 64 00:31:19,400 --> 00:31:26,700 to people, despite his modest guise, 65 00:31:26,700 --> 00:31:33,800 and a sword blade from Damascus is his just voice. 66 00:31:33,800 --> 00:31:39,200 But sill his head touches the stars 67 00:31:39,200 --> 00:31:47,800 and is able to command the moon to stand still; 68 00:31:47,800 --> 00:31:54,360 eternal spring his words are, though his language 69 00:31:54,360 --> 00:31:58,000 modest is. 70 00:31:58,000 --> 00:32:04,600 There was a lepper in Baykent, exiled from his town, 71 00:32:04,600 --> 00:32:09,500 to look for a food along the roads, 72 00:32:09,500 --> 00:32:16,000 he scared people with a ratchet and repulsive looks, 73 00:32:16,000 --> 00:32:24,800 with putrid flesh and rotten bones, he appealed to Allah 74 00:32:24,800 --> 00:32:32,430 and whilst driven out by everyone, near the city gate he met 75 00:32:32,430 --> 00:32:36,800 Makanna. 76 00:32:36,800 --> 00:32:43,700 And he was healed by him, his skin become clean, 77 00:32:43,700 --> 00:32:49,000 like that of a baby, who from the womb of the mother appears, 78 00:32:49,000 --> 00:32:58,100 just with a hand he was touched by Makanna, the miracle was complete, 79 00:32:58,100 --> 00:33:04,300 and roses bloomed in the black soil. 80 00:33:12,400 --> 00:33:21,400 5. MAKANNA - The Prophet (IV.) 81 00:39:14,180 --> 00:39:22,200 6. MAKANNA - The Prophet (V.) 82 00:46:20,000 --> 00:46:29,700 7. MAKANNA - Bahchee singer describing the miracle from Baghdad 83 00:46:38,780 --> 00:46:46,600 Then there came a Jinn, whose name is Evil, 84 00:46:46,600 --> 00:46:53,200 his eyes glowed as embers in the camp fire; 85 00:46:53,200 --> 00:46:58,500 he was as tall as the apex of the minaret, built by 86 00:46:58,500 --> 00:47:01,400 Kuteyba himself, 87 00:47:01,400 --> 00:47:10,000 profane words came out of his mouth and thus he spoke to Makanna; 88 00:47:10,000 --> 00:47:18,100 "Why are you, son of a mortal crossing my fate, 89 00:47:18,100 --> 00:47:25,900 you who were born to be a slave, raised to serve the earth? 90 00:47:25,900 --> 00:47:32,800 Be into powder pulverized, your bones burned 91 00:47:32,800 --> 00:47:36,100 and your body scaterred, 92 00:47:36,100 --> 00:47:45,750 die in agony a thousand times and no one must know your grave, 93 00:47:45,750 --> 00:47:53,100 hen your eyes will never behold Kaaba." 94 00:47:53,100 --> 00:47:56,800 Then the Prophet metamorphosised into a collumn of fire, 95 00:47:56,800 --> 00:48:03,580 so big he becomes, his head is touching the stars 96 00:48:03,580 --> 00:48:13,100 and the earth is collapsing under his weight, shaking so much, that falling are 97 00:48:13,100 --> 00:48:20,600 houses, palaces and the dwellings of the poor, the people running out 98 00:48:20,600 --> 00:48:24,400 of the city gates 99 00:48:24,400 --> 00:48:30,700 and thus Makanna talked to the spirit: 100 00:48:30,700 --> 00:48:39,100 "It is the end of your kingdom, you, whose name be Evil, 101 00:48:39,100 --> 00:48:44,800 so shake you will as those people in the palaces, 102 00:48:44,800 --> 00:48:50,640 you will become a grain of sand in the Kara-Kum dessert, 103 00:48:50,640 --> 00:48:55,750 doormat to the feet, stepping on you, 104 00:48:55,750 --> 00:49:02,200 saliva in the mouth of the just, dried by the sun; 105 00:49:02,200 --> 00:49:10,500 your power has broken, never will your black soul 106 00:49:10,500 --> 00:49:17,440 conspire against man kind, your mouth will never 107 00:49:17,440 --> 00:49:21,600 blow the fatal plague, 108 00:49:21,600 --> 00:49:30,500 there will be the end of your power and the power of palaces, amirs 109 00:49:30,500 --> 00:49:35,300 dukes, cruel aristocrats, 110 00:49:35,300 --> 00:49:43,600 tycoons, bajs, fat-bellied moneylenders and bribable judges 111 00:49:43,600 --> 00:49:50,660 thus I speak to you, I, who is called Makanna, 112 00:49:50,660 --> 00:49:56,500 the man of modest ancestry. 113 00:49:56,500 --> 00:50:01,060 And people will happily live, I say to you, 114 00:50:01,060 --> 00:50:04,580 evil demon, 115 00:50:04,580 --> 00:50:13,800 and forests of apple trees will be standing where the desert is today, 116 00:50:13,800 --> 00:50:19,400 the tiny jeyran antelope will graze calmly, 117 00:50:19,400 --> 00:50:25,530 unharmed by cruel panther bars, 118 00:50:25,530 --> 00:50:32,300 the will be not hungry beggers in my kingdom 119 00:50:32,300 --> 00:50:36,760 nor rich man or arrogant lords, 120 00:50:36,760 --> 00:50:45,900 no slaves or burned villages." 121 00:50:45,900 --> 00:50:49,130 Then the ghost evaporated 122 00:50:49,130 --> 00:50:55,300 it's power disappeared, and once again he became the modest man 123 00:50:55,300 --> 00:50:58,840 Makanna. 124 00:50:58,840 --> 00:51:07,100 The Prophet his face covered with the green veil, 125 00:51:07,100 --> 00:51:17,200 his eyes still ablaze, glowing as burning coals, 126 00:51:17,200 --> 00:51:22,900 and thus no one must see his face, or 127 00:51:22,900 --> 00:51:30,000 be blind till the end of their time. 128 00:51:37,080 --> 00:51:42,580 8. MAKANNA - The Fall (VI.) 129 00:55:30,200 --> 00:55:36,300 8. MAKANNA - The Fall (VII.) 130 01:03:43,000 --> 01:03:45,700 Directed, Written and Edited by: František Brikcius 131 01:03:45,700 --> 01:03:48,170 Music: Irena Kosíková 132 01:03:48,170 --> 01:03:50,100 Production: Festival Brikcius 133 01:03:50,100 --> 01:03:52,440 Directors of Photography: Martin Chamer, Pavel Lukáš, Tomáš Měšťan 134 01:03:52,440 --> 01:03:54,440 Sound: Ivan Horák 135 01:03:54,440 --> 01:03:56,440 Photography: Marek Malůšek, Archive PNP 136 01:03:56,440 --> 01:03:59,840 Thanks: National Gallery in Prague, Jewish Museum in Prague, City of Prague, Tiskap, Daniel Pearl World Music Days 137 01:04:00,250 --> 01:04:04,000 Translation Eva Turner © 2015 Festival Brikcius 138 01:04:04,000 --> 01:04:10,000 http://Festival.Brikcius.com 139 01:04:10,000 --> 01:04:12,630 ♫ Soundtrack via iTunes and Supraphonline!