Late Night Thought

I couldn't sleep and a thought struck me. Tonight's (or last night's) performance of Death in Venice was the only performance, thus far, I didn't need language for. If the entire show was silent, keeping the astounding sound effects (holy shit that piano man and the mixing) and singing, I would have still as moved as I was four hours ago.

For the first time, I think I am okay with my loss of language (even if the "re-examining" threw me off). I feel cheated, as Mitch pointed out tonight, because Tadzio did not say a single word, nor did most of the other characters. (I did not pay much attention to the narrator/reader.) The design and acting were enough to convey the moments and I cannot, for the life of me, articulate what I felt. But I just know I felt something.

It makes me feel as if the "language barrier" might just be an excuse - a cop out - that people use.