Jonathan Burrows - Dance Works

Dance Works

  • Catch (mus. Douglas Gould, 1980);
  • Listen (1980);
  • Cloister (mus. Edward Lambert, 1982);
  • The Winter Play (mus. Dudley Simpson, 1983);
  • Hymns, Parts 1-3 (1985);
  • Squash (mus. Nicholas Wilson, 1985);
  • Hymns (1986);
  • A Tremulous Heart Requires (mus. Nicholas Wilson, 1986);
  • Hymns: Complete Version (1988);
  • dull morning, cloudy mild (mus. Matteo Fargion, 1989);
  • Stoics (mus. Matteo Fargion, Mendelssohn, 1991);
  • Very (mus. Matteo Fargion, 1992);
  • Our (mus. Matteo Fargion, 1994, film version, dir. Adam Roberts, same year);
  • The Stop Quartet (mus. Kevin Volans, Matteo Fargion, 1996);
  • Walking /music (commissioned by William Forsythe for Ballett Frankfurt, mus. Kevin Volans, 1997);
  • Quintet (mus. and text Tom Johnson, 1997);
  • Things I Don’t Know (1997);
  • Singing (1998);
  • Weak Dance, Strong Questions (collaboration with the Dutch theatre director Jan Ritsema, 2001);
  • Both Sitting Duet (collaboration and mus. Matteo Fargion, 2002);
  • The Quiet Dance (collaboration and mus. Matteo Fargion, 2005);
  • Speaking Dance (collaboration and mus. Matteo Fargion, 2006);
  • Both Sitting Duet, The Quiet Dance, Speaking Dance, performed together as the Three Duets (2007).

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