“Away with the world behind the world!”by Dirkje HoutmanAngels play a crucial role in Ola Mafaalani’s theatre. They wander the stage in the periphery <strong>of</strong>the action, while love is <strong>of</strong>ten defeated by violence and human helplessness. The angels areobservers, demonstrating compassion and sometimes imitating the violent habits <strong>of</strong> human beings.The number <strong>of</strong> lives lost in Mafaalani’s productions is high, but the dead never disappear by exitingthe stage. They stay in view, hanging out at a bar or, as in her Romeo and Juliet (ToneelgroepAmsterdam, 2004), finding a new place behind a white paper wall that was slowly besmeared withblack paint, and becoming visible when a raging Romeo tore down the paper. There, at the back <strong>of</strong>the stage, the dead can “live on,” observing us, the living, but no longer accompanying us. With bruteforce they are thrown out <strong>of</strong> time, and now they populate the world behind the world. In the context<strong>of</strong> our tormented existence, this eternity takes on an almost positive turn. But the worlds <strong>of</strong> the deadand the living stay separate; two different stories, told apart from each other.In <strong>Wings</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Desire</strong> we see the start <strong>of</strong> a new movement in Mafaalani’s work. For the first timeangels are performing the lead roles, and the two distinct worlds find each other. In this new theatricalorder, events, memories, dreams, and personal histories are cherished and function as the pillars<strong>of</strong> stories that we’re losing in these hectic times <strong>of</strong> hype and confusion. The angels Damiel andCassiel are immortal and have existed from the beginning <strong>of</strong> time. They observe, imitate, and consolepeople; they have a sharp eye for details and record major historical events, from the origins <strong>of</strong>man till the most recent wars. They know history and its stories great and small, as does Homer, theimmortal poet who wanders the stage and teaches the audiences that people need stories to survive.But Damiel doesn’t want to observe any longer; he yearns to experience reality, to feel a weight onhis shoulders that will make him “earthbound,” as he puts it. He longs to gain a history, to conquera story <strong>of</strong> his own. To stand in time. To live now. The instant he falls in love, this desire growsstronger. The girl, Marion, is a trapeze artist, who challenges gravity with her aerobatics, even at therisk <strong>of</strong> breaking her neck. For her, but also for the ultimate sensation <strong>of</strong> life, Damiel will exchangeeternity for mortality.In this fusion between anangel and a human being, anew story will be born, perhapsthe start <strong>of</strong> a brand new historythat encloses a seed <strong>of</strong> hope.In the worlds <strong>of</strong> Marion in herfinal declaration <strong>of</strong> love toDamiel: “There is no greaterstory than ours, <strong>of</strong> man andwoman. It will be a story <strong>of</strong>giants, invisible, infectious, astory <strong>of</strong> new ancestors.”Dirkje Houtman is thedramaturg at ToneelgroepAmsterdam.The Victory Column topped by the statue <strong>of</strong> the Angelat the Grosser Stern.
Making AngelsThe origins <strong>of</strong><strong>Wings</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Desire</strong>The genesis <strong>of</strong> the idea <strong>of</strong> havingangels [in <strong>Wings</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Desire</strong>] isvery hard to account for in retrospect.It was suggested bymany sources at once. First andforemost, Rilke’s Duino Elegies.Paul Klee’s paintings too. WalterBenjamin’s Angel <strong>of</strong> History.There was a song by the Curethat mentioned ‘fallen angels,’and I heard another song on thecar radio that had the line ‘talk toan angel’ in it. One day, in theBruno Ganz (Damiel) looks over his city.middle <strong>of</strong> Berlin, I suddenlybecame aware <strong>of</strong> that gleaming figure, ‘the Angel <strong>of</strong> Peace,’ metamorphosed from being a warlike victoryangel into a pacifist. […] There have always been childhood images <strong>of</strong> angels as invisible,omnipresent observers; there was, so to speak, the old hunger for transcendence, and also a longingfor the absolute opposite: the longing for a comedy! THE DEADLY EARNEST OF A COMEDY!–– Wim Wenders, from the first treatment for <strong>Wings</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Desire</strong>Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angelicorders? And even if one <strong>of</strong> them pressed mesuddenly to his heart: I’d be consumedin his stronger existence. For beauty is nothingbut the beginning <strong>of</strong> terror, which we can just barely endure,and we stand in awe <strong>of</strong> it as it coolly disdainsto destroy us. Every angel is terrifying.And so I check myself and swallow the luring call<strong>of</strong> dark sobs. Alas, whom can we turn toin our need? Not angels, not humans,and the sly animals see at oncehow little at home we arein the interpreted world. That leaves ussome tree on a hillside, on which our eyes fastenday after day; leaves us yesterday’s streetand the coddled loyalty <strong>of</strong> an old habitthat liked it here, stayed on, and never left.–– Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, trans. Edward Snow