Of the Four Sacred Pieces, three are dedicated to the Virgin Mary. The female figure in Verdi melodrama represents salvation, innocence. Violetta, the two Leonoras, Aida, Amneris, Desdemona. In the spiritual madrigal of the Laudi, every word of Dante becomes a musical image and again Das Ewig-Weibliche, the eternal Gretchen feminine of Faust, becomes redemption. In our Paradise, only two male figures act among a female multitude: Dante and Saint Bernard. But the Paradise they inhabit is only of the woman, only through her body can one live, not see, the Light.
The water flows into the bridge like amniotic sac water that contains the living being. Benedictus fructus ventris tui_ In the evident biological impossibility of conception embodied by our Mary, curved by the weight of the years and by the chorus of elderly women, the philosophical nature of motherhood is manifested: the tension to become two, to transform into new, into something else, into unknown. Bodies, voices, thoughts inside soft envelopes lying on the ground to outline minimal boundaries, to protect faceless identities. Individual voices evaporate from the bags and in the air they touch, add, overlap.
In elevation and discovery they recognize each other, one after the other, they become in the sum choir, the unique voice of singing voices. Je vous salue, Marie!, was the title of Jean-Luc Godard in the film work of 1984. Hail Mary! The mystery is already inside the great “water bag”, it is already in motion for the rise from the ground towards the sky, the great body of bodies moves vertically, the ascent into the dark night begins towards ecstasy, and then the Light.
In the thirty-third canto of the third of the three Canticles, the Trinity as a gravitational black hole, now having reached collapse, swallows the universe of triplets and previous encounters. The hendecasyllables become worlds, planets, stars and galaxies and everything explodes in the sphere of Light as the most powerful of the Supernovae.
At the limit of reality, at the limit and beyond language.
And there is no more speech, only song, vision, pure intuition, abandonment, silence. The image of the blessed unborn child, in his likeness, the reflection and nostalgia of returning to being a Person bursts upon Dante/Paolo. The glass and steel monument, a cumbersome testimony of the human limit, is inhabited by a multitude of different spirits, of unlimited desire to tend upwards, beyond the limit of the space/time of the Laudi, beyond the music of the Master, beyond the language that still confines them in a timeless representation, between flashes of images of water, rotating spheres and divine advent.