Bejart has joined the stars

And that was the way the death of the choreographer was announced in Bleu Matin, another in the long line of poetic ways to announce that a person has died.

I only saw one of his dances in person in Lausanne but caught several on ARTE. Although I was never a fan of modern dance, preferring the traditional tutu with swans and princes to what a former neighbour called dancers acting as mops rolling around the stage, Bejart’s work was always intriguing and never lasted long enough. There was always a sadness when the performance was over.

However, the Tribune de Genéve had a strange cartoon. Bejart was sitting opposite a desk from St. Peter who demanded identification. On the drawer was a wanted poster of Lucifer who resembled Bejart.

Still, how much more interesting is Bejart has joined the stars to Bejart Dead at 80. And the fact that he worked in something he loved until the week before he died is a model on how I would like to live my life, so whether the headline reads dead or joined the star, he gave one hell of a performance, and I am sad it is over.