#hammer of olympia

[eddiebreeg666]

Just finished my mini Iron Warriors binge.

[chapter-master-darius]

Perturabo sits down opposite from Darius. 'Well, what a surprise. Ten thousand years later and you're still kicking... Are you sure you're not one of mine?' (@hammer-of-olympia

“Yes, I’m sure. And don’t act all chummy with me. I was at the Iron Cage.” Darius says without looking up from sharpening Libertas.

@hammer-of-olympia

[probablyasocialecologist]

Currently reading

[tertiusdecimusfilius]

My lord, would it be too much to ask you to check on Perturabo? He seems to be having a mental break

There was a brief silence before he gave a small nod. "Of course I'll check on him. Thank you for bringing it to my attention."

[neonjawbone]

been reading Perturabo: Hammer Of Olympia and man. how many ways can i draw one guy frowning.

[msflora-lynn]

My take on Calliphone. Just a little doodle I previously posted on Bsky, currently powering through Hammer of Olympia.

[pinkiemachine]

OKA—Young Justice Time!

I’ve said once or twice before that I was hammering out which characters I would be including in each generation of YJ, and now I’ve done just that, and I am going to share what I landed on with you :3 (Sorry I don’t have finished posters for them yet tho…)

First off, just to make sure we all have the timeline straight, we have the Mighty Teen Titans, founded by Robin (Dick Grayson), Kid Flash (Wally West), and Wonder Girl (Donna Troy) initially. The other members include Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg.

Then some time goes by, Cyborg gets promoted to The Justice League, and then the second wave of the Teen Titans hits, primarily founded by Robin III (Tim Drake). Other members include Spoiler, Wonder Girl II (Cassie Sandsmark), Aqualad II (Kaldur’ahm), Superboy (Conner Kent), Impulse, and Miss Martian.

While they are doing that, the old TT are founding Young Justice. As said before, Cyborg got to jump straight to being a JLA member (he was the oldest of all the OG TT by a few years anyway) which just leaves us with Dick Grayson (now going by Nightwing), Donna Troy (now going by Troya—idk, “Troia” looks weird), Starfire, Kid Flash, Beast Boy, and… maybe Raven? I can’t decide if I want her to stay or ride off into the sunset after defeating Trigon… but then who gets her spot? Is it Terra? Do we make her a fully fledged member? For the life of me I can’t decide. Would love feedback. Anyway, new members include Batgirl (Barbara Gordon), Bumblebee, Aqualad (Garth), and Speedy.

So that’s that.

Fast forward a few more years and we get to the next phase. At this point, the Teen Titans are an institution, and Robin V (Damian Wayne) assumes command of a new team comprised of Superboy II (Jonathan Kent), Static Shock, Blue Beetle, Princess Amethyst, Jenny Hex, and Aquagirl II (Lorena).

And while that’s going on, Tim (now going by Red Robin) leads the next generation of Young Justice along with Aqualad II, and Miss Martian. Returning characters include Spoiler, Cassie Sandsmark (now going by Olympia), Impulse, and Superboy (who needs a new codename). New characters are Solstice, Hotspot, Batgirl II (Cassandra Cain) and Arrowette/Artemis from the YJ cartoon—yes, I’m basically mushing the two together because reasons, and she may be more of a sometimes character. You know? Kinda morally ambiguous at first, and a sometimes member. Potentially, since Cassandra isn’t big into being around people, we could leave her with the BatFam and Artemis can permanently take her place, but that’s up for debate. (I know it can maybe be a little confusing having a Cassie and a Cass on the same team, but that’s why in my universe it’s Cassandra Cain and *Cassidy* Sandsmark, rather than them both having the exact same first name.)

After that, no idea what will happen to the Teen Titans, but there sure isn’t gonna be a Robin leading them. So we move to the next gen of Young Justice years later. Currently being led by Robin V (Damian Wayne), Aquagirl II (Lorena), and Superboy II (Jon). Returning members include Blue Beetle, Static shock, and Jenny Hex (ooh, look, a typo). New characters include Jinx, Stargirl (who I’ve given a rough first draft makeover), Sideways, Rose Wilson, and potentially Jericho as our rogue YJ member.

So those are all the members I’ve got so far. What do you think?

[sanguinaryfroot]

this goes unfathomably hard

[ravenladycorvus]

The Raven's wedding (wedding event)

@askrobouteguilliman40k @ladywarhawk @crimsonqueenmagnus @hammer-of-olympia @lady-sanguinius @lady-archpriest-lorgar-aurelian @female-angron @lionessjonson @askthephoenician @askthelordofiron @tired-space-politician @tlatia-the-radiant @the-emperorofmankind @lady-death-guard @askthesecritivetwins @alpharius-omegon @askthewanderer40k @askthecaptaingeneral

Corvus looked at herself in the mirror in the room she was in, the wedding preparation went well but why she suddenly felt wary and nervous. She had never been married before, and even worse that she thought some kind of expectation from everyone or worse her own creator/father the emperor during the ceremony even though it was just a small private wedding. "okay corvus, it's just a handful of people...you don't need to be very nervous about it" she said to herself trying to reassure her doubtful mind while the seamstress is adding the final touches on her wedding dress

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Replica (Part 4)

Summary: The iron cage has slammed shut and you will never leave it.

Perturabo/fem!Reader

Warnings: incest (kinda), possessive behavior, manipulation, humiliation, smut (finally :D), dubious consent

Word count: 2601

Finally, after a while, I was able to finish part 4. Perhaps I will write part 5 with the daemon prince, but I need some time for it. Updated the images (what I love about Tumblr is that you reblog the old version of the post, but by going to the original you can see the new version, it's very convenient). Specifically re-read The Hammer of Olympia for this one. I hope you enjoy it, it was a lot of fun to write.

Song: Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

You still remember the first time Perturabo kicked you out because you mentioned Dorn. For two weeks he did not meet with you and did not have a heart-to-heart talk, moving away as far as possible. You thought that the primarch would do the same now, but the very next day he summoned you to his chambers.

You felt awkward for the first hour, but gradually relaxed. But still wondered why the Iron Lord behaved so strangely in the baths. Of course Perturabo was hard pressed by his responsibilities, but his sudden rage was unusual. You haven't done or said anything wrong.

Maybe he changed his mind about you? He realized that he became attached to you when a primarch should not have weaknesses. Does he see you as more than a mortal friend? Does he think of you as a sister or... something more?

These thoughts made you blush, and you hid your face in the book while Perturabo worked on the drawings. No, this is unthinkable. Of course, you knew that the primarchs had families on their planets. Parents, adoptive siblings and friends. But could they have romantic feelings for mortals?

And did you want to become his lover?

You could barely restrain yourself from jumping out of your chair and rushing around the room due to the abundance of thoughts. Feeling a strange sensation, you raised your head and with a gasp saw the attentive gaze of the primarch. You swore he could hear your heartbeat.

“Very exciting poems” - you tried to justify yourself by telling half-truths. You really liked these verses and it would be better if the lord did not know your thoughts. - “I never thought that I would love Olympic poetry about love so much.”

The primarch continued to glare at you and you shifted nervously in your chair. Did you say something bad? Since Perturabo called you, it means he is not offended or angry. But why does every minute with him last like an hour? Why is the room so hot, and the mere sight of a man makes you tremble?

“You can call me Bo.” - the primarch said quietly before turning to the table. - “During this time, I became attached to you almost like a sister. So why not make our communication even more... close.”

You smiled softly, accepting such a wonderful offer with all your gratitude. Your heart was happy. Enough time had passed to experience grief and yet you missed your parents and brothers. It was nice to feel part of the family again. Even if it is so unusual.

You involuntarily rolled your shoulders, throwing off the recent strange hot sensations. It’s as if you felt someone else’s emotions and desires that are unusual for you. But as always, you tried to brush aside the annoying thoughts and continue living in your “dome.”

***

You continued to live carefree, not knowing the sorrows of mere mortals, from time to time forgetting about the monstrous actions of the primarch. He was terrible in anger and did not value people, regarding them only as a piece of meat. He despised the weakest sons, “covered with rust” and unworthy to bear the title of Iron Warriors. He pumped out all the resources from the planets that came his way.

He had told you about his deeds before, but only the tiniest bits. Enough to frighten you and force you to obey him in everything. But you spent much more time talking about more abstract topics. Beautiful and creative. But Fulgrim's betrayal and journey into the Eye of Terror took their toll.

Now the primarch began to pour out his soul to you more and more often, sharing the terrifying methods of the art of war and enslavement. He spoke about the crimes of other legions and the warp space that you recently visited. Perturabo didn't seem to care what you thought about what was happening in the galaxies. You are just an ordinary mortal girl who will not survive in this world without him.

But you were truly frightened when the iron lord told you about the betrayal of Horus, the demons of the warp, the World Eaters and the daemon prince Angron, with whom Inron Warriors would go to their greatest battle. Siege of Terra. The man saw the horror you were in, watched as tears flowed down your cheeks and how awareness gradually came.

“I understand how difficult it is to find out all this. But nothing can be done. The False Emperor must be overthrown, and we will rule the Imperium as we deserve.” - the primarch, grinning darkly, stroked your head. - “I promised to take care of you. And I will continue to cherish you. Nobody cares about you except me. You would have become a slave or fodder for fuel in the hands of my brothers or continuing to live under my father's rule. Without me, you are a mere mortal girl, one of trillions. You are nobody. Nothing."

The man’s words hurt painfully, and yet you pressed closer to him. Thoughts swirled in my head. Your home world was far from the Solar System and yet your life was quite acceptable. You had a loving family, you did not live in poverty, and working as a chronicler was your long-time dream. Rogal Dorn brought your world into harmony, improving life on the planet and you were glad to become part of the Imperium.

But now it was just a dream. A deception. No, the primarch could not lie to you. The Imperium is rotten and sooner or later an unenviable fate would await you. The world was full of dangers and you could not resist these horrors. You would have been torn to pieces, gutted and eaten alive long ago if it weren't for Perturabo. He saved you. If he didn’t need new personal slaves, if you weren’t noticed, then you would... you would...

“Bo,” you whispered chokedly, swallowing tears and trying to calm your breathing. Fragile fingers squeezed the iron lord's tunic with force. - "I'm scared."

The man stopped stroking and you held your breath until you felt the touch of fingers on your chin. The primarch gently lifted your head, forcing you to look straight into your eyes. You could only gasp in horror and the feeling of safety next to Perturabo.

“You mortals do not obey me. You don't know what's good for you. There is no peace and kindness in this world. Only violence.” - your lips trembled and you let out a strangled squeak, feeling the grip on your face intensify. Almost possessively, the man held you close to him, never breaking eye contact. - “You promised that you wouldn’t leave me. So continue to listen to me. Love me and I will build a perfect world for you.”

You cannot stand the excess of emotions and, sobbing, bury your face in the primarch’s chest. Some part of you knew he was fooling himself. He wants to destroy and recreate everything anew just for himself. And you were part of this vast plan, a chaotic and terrifying dream, recreated from the darkest feelings of a primarch.

But the world around you was disgustingly cruel and merciless. You won’t be able to take a single step, the monsters will immediately destroy your body and mind. You didn't have anyone. No family, no friends. There are no enemies left, and the strangers have disappeared. There was no human warmth around you and you didn’t notice how you were left alone in an iron cage. Only Bo was with you. You only had him.

And if Terra must fall for the Iron Lord to be happy, then so be it.

***

He lost. The opportunity to rise was taken away from him. He was deprived of his greatest triumph. The Solar War ended in victory only thanks to Perturabo. He alone bore on his shoulders the responsibility for the entire success of the traitors while the rest of the legions indulged in senseless violence and debauchery.

But the worst thing was that Horus did not allow him to storm the Imperial Palace. He was not allowed Dorn's creation to be destroyed. He was not allowed his once beloved father to laugh in the face, who preferred another son to him. The warrior turned out to be a slave of the Chaos Gods, having lost his power and strength. And his brothers would not have been able to contribute to the war if not for the Iron Lord.

He's so tired of it. Complete disappointment. Retreating to Mars, Perturabo continued to oversee the ongoing Siege of Terra. Rage and resentment overwhelmed him and he destroyed everything that came in his way. He did not spare his creations, nor his slaves, nor his sons. He was humiliated. Again.

He hated them all. And the Emperor, and the loyalist brothers and traitors. They all mocked him. No, that will not do. The Warmaster may win this war, but he won't be celebrating for long. Perturabo will not let them rest on his laurels, oh no. He will rise above them all. The Primarch was humanity's greatest creation, but that was not enough. He needed more strength, more power. He will become a deadly deity who will crush everything in his path. All galaxies will obey him. Everyone will fear and respect him.

He will rule over everyone. And with him his Legion. And with him...

The man stopped abruptly, sucking in a breath and slowly lowering the hammer. Containing his emotions, he slowly walked towards her chambers. How long had he been trying to drown out his feelings, to deceive himself? How long and unsuccessfully have he tried to suppress this desire?

She was a fragile mortal, unworthy of his attention. But she had been a part of his life since his childhood. Crafty and smart, so kind and beautiful. She was weak, but so pleasant and sweet to the taste. Only she was allowed to see his soul hidden behind the iron. He told himself that he almost loved her like the Emperor... No, he loved her much more than his father. And the whole world.

The primarch slowly opens the door and sees you cowering next to the bed, trembling in horror. Of course, you now know about what is happening in the world and what sacrifices Perturabo makes to make your life enjoyable. Besides, you probably heard him raging with anger. Well, now you just have to calm him down.

“Bo?” - your voice trembles with surprise and you almost sigh with relief. You rise to your feet, but you can’t even take a step from the tension. - “Is it over? I-I heard how angry you were. Are you-”

“Take off.”

It's that simple. No confessions of feelings, no long conversations. The primarch did not want to wait any longer. He let you close enough to him. Why use unnecessary words when you can strengthen your connection in such a primitive but intriguing way? You freeze and open your mouth in surprise. Hands tug at the dress, unable to remove the fabric stuck to the body.

The primarch notices a blush on your cheeks. Embarrassment is an unnecessary quality, but he likes to see you in this state. It's quite charming. But he doesn't want to waste another minute. With sharp steps, the man approaches you and with one hand, forcefully tears your dress, exposing your body. You scream and try to cover yourself, but Perturabo grabs your hands, not letting you.

The man swallows, looking at your perfect forms. On your femininity. This is an ordinary human body, nothing special. He had seen naked people more than once, and females too. But you aroused him. The Emperor removed such base desires from the Astartes, but the Primarchs were a different matter. They experienced a greater range of emotions than mere mortals. They knew and saw more. But the war for humanity and service for the Emperor did not give them the opportunity to experience carnal pleasures. To become attached to mortals in a different way.

But now Perturabo no longer serves anyone but himself. And he could do whatever he wanted. With these thoughts, the man begins to touch you, no, caress you. That's what it's called. His hands on your shoulders and waist. Touching your lips, kissing your breasts and stomach. Listening to your breathing. Lower and lower until it reaches your thighs. Primarchs grew up in flasks; they were not born naturally between their mother's legs. And you... you would have been a wonderful mother to his real sons.

The man throws you on the bed and takes off his clothes. It’s good that he took off his armor first. He couldn't stand waiting that long. The primarch climbs on top of you and is displeased to see the fear in your eyes. Because of the difference in height? Women can endure even more than that, and sharing the bed with a primarch should be the greatest honor. Especially with him.

Or is it because of the blood of slaves and sons that got on his face? Still fresh, it dripped onto your body and you shuddered every time. In truth, he doesn't care. Now you are afraid, but soon you will dissolve in him and thank him for this.

Perturabo abruptly enters you, tearing you apart and looking with ecstasy at how your face stretches out in pain. He feels your blood and cannot wonder if he is your first or if your tender body is simply not intended for a primarch. Even if it's not meant to be, you have to accept it.

“Be quiet. Control yourself. I don't want to hear your screams. I don’t want to see you hurt.” - He wants it in some way. Make you suffer for what you did with him. The man moves his hips and you bite your lip. - “I just want to hear your moans. You have to beg me for it.”

The Iron Lord continues to slowly fill you, peering into your face until he notices dramatic changes. How your mouth opens slightly and your eyes close from the rush of feelings.

“Bo, I”

"You were right. I crave love. I want love. And you have to give it to me, you have to.” - the primarch accelerates, not allowing you to get a word in. “They underestimate me, but it only makes things worse for them. I am the grandest, sister. I am superior to everyone in this world. I'm not a boy, I'm a man. And now you see it. You see it.”

Perturabo leans down with difficulty and begins to kiss your neck, leaving hickeys. He remembers the sound of crunching, he remembers blood and dead eyes. It wasn't you. It was a decrepit old woman who called herself you and dared to condemn him. Daring to mock him. And you, crying with pleasure, know your place. So continue to remain at his feet and he will show you a perfect world.

The man groans and pronounces your names, continuing to whisper about his grievances and shout about imminent divinity. Until he finally fills you and sinks onto the bed with a sigh. Burying your small figure with his massive body. Completely unaware of your tears and misunderstanding in your eyes. How a drop of love mixes with true horror.

But if he saw it, it wouldn't change anything. You belonged to him. You were his and only his. The iron cage was finally closed. And now the bird will sing only to him.

[moodymisty]

Recently read about Perturabo’s upbringing when he was on Olympia through some memes and forums (totally accurate info) and saw his temper tantrum with his adopted father about wanting to build non war related shit. Fuck you Tyrant. Let my man child build what he wants! Totally build a sex dungeon with me in it- I mean what?

But I though if a cute little scenario where Perturabo is either on his flagship or just on Olympia and perhaps passes one of the many workshops. Walks by without a care in the world. But wait…what was that? He takes a step back and peers inside. Entering, he spots a table absolutely covered in dioramas and miniatures. Small amphitheaters, filled with the most detailed people imaginable. They looked so real! He spots another set, a beautiful ornate bathhouse. He can see how the gel inside makes the water look real! The vines hanging down the pillars…this is extraordinary! He even spots a work in progress aqueduct system, something he wanted to build back then! Who made these little sets he wonders.

Just then, he hears a chipping sound, sounds of rock dropping into a table. Curiously, he (somehow) sneaks over and to see who the creator of these pieces could be. He spots one of the many serfs, hyper focused and creating a marble statue. Hammer and chisel in hand, she strikes specific areas she needs to begin shaping what she envisions. Perturabo is at a loss, someone like him? In this era of constant war making small sets they wanted to make? A kindred spirit such as him?

Whether they fuck or it’s platonic (then ends up fucking and being put in a sex dungeon) I leave to your imagination.

awww this is so cute! i love HCing Perturabo's beloved being a fan of the arts, just given his history i feel like he'd find some sort of happiness in seeing them enjoy them, even if he's lost that feeling of purpose for himself due to his upbringing.

[tertiusdecimusfilius]

"I came to check on you," he said, a frown lightly tugging at the corners of his mouth. Though he wasn't going to back off easily. "If you need someone to talk to, I'll listen."

"Perturabo," Guilliman says softly. He'd heard of the outburst and it left him worried. He can already guess the answer but he asks anyway. "Are you alright? What is weighing on you so much?" ((@tertiusdecimusfilius ))

“My patience wears thin Robute, what do you want.” Perturabo says gruffly. The extreme cynicism seems to have finally caught up to him.

[nevesmose]

Strategy boards occupied much of the hall’s space. These were thronged by Iron Warriors arguing how best to represent the hrud in their simulated battles. Their recent setbacks had exercised their minds as much as their anger, and ambitious warsmiths could see the glory to be won if they concocted a winning strategy. In truth, all warsmiths were ambitious, and they all had different ideas. In the first place, they could not agree how best to test their theories. Those that favoured the purity of wood block formations and outcomes decided by the casting of ten-sided dice argued bitterly with the proponents of cogitator-assisted hololith battle simulators.

Perturabo: The Hammer of Olympia by Guy Haley.

[tertiusdecimusfilius]

tag drop

[mythologer]

The monumental Statue of Zeus at Olympia in Greece was one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. Created in the 430s BCE under the supervision of the master Greek sculptor Phidias, the huge ivory and gold statue was bigger even than that of Athena in the Parthenon. Worshipped by pilgrims from across the Mediterranean, the statue inspired countless imitations and defined the standard representation of Zeus in Greek and Roman art in sculpture, on coins, pottery, and gemstones. Lost in later Roman times following its removal to Constantinople, Phidias' masterpiece captivated the ancient world for 1,000 years and was the must-see sight for anyone who attended the ancient Olympic Games.

The statue of mighty Zeus was over 12.4 m (41 ft) high and represented the god seated on a throne. It was bigger even than Phidias' Athena Parthenos in Athens. The Zeus statue, like Athena, was chryselephantine, that is a combination of gold and ivory over a wooden core, with the god's skin (face, torso, arms and legs) being in ivory and his beard, robes, and staff rendered in brilliant gold, applied in hammered sheets. Fine details were picked out using a wide variety of materials: silver, copper, glass (for the decorative lilies of the god's robes), ebony, enamel, paint, and jewels. The clay moulds discovered in Phidias' workshop for a similar statue suggest that it was first erected there in pieces - the size of the workshop is exactly the same dimensions as the inner cella of the temple - and then reassembled at its final destination. The wooden core could not have been fully sculpted or the moulds would have been unnecessary to shape the outer gold pieces.

Zeus' throne - made using ivory, ebony, and gold, and encrusted with glass and gems - was embellished with relief sculpture depicting a wide range of figures from Greek mythology, many of which were considered the offspring of Zeus. There are the Graces (Charites), the Seasons (Horae), various Nikes, sphinxes, Amazons, and the children of Niobe. The screens between the legs of the throne were painted by Phidias' brother Panaenus (Panainos) and depicted the Labours of Hercules, Achilles with Penthesilea, Hippodamia with Sterope, Salamis, and scenes of Greece. The god rested his feet upon a footstool which was decorated with a battle scene involving Theseus fighting Amazons (Amazonomachy).

[curtaincallchronicles]

Side Quest: Der Sandmann - Bielefeld (nach Robert Wilson)

Es ist nun schon ein Weilchen her, aber ich muss natürlich trotzdem noch ein paar Gedanken dazu loswerden.

Am 01.11.2024 begaben sich meine liebsten Theratermäuschen und ich auf die fast 200 km lange Reise nach Bielefeld, da wir von starken Sandmann-Entzugserscheinungen geplagt wurden. Wie schön, dass es unseren geliebten Wilson/Calvi Sandmann auch dort gibt! Mit hohen Erwartungen im Gepäck und dem düsseldorfer Sandmann im Herzen setzten wir uns also an diesem kalten, verregneten Novemberabend in das Theater Bielefeld. Und naja, was soll ich sagen...die Entzugserscheinungen wurden (zumindest mir) leider nicht genommen.

Es fällt mir schwer die Inszenierung in Bielefeld getrennt von der in Düsseldorf zu betrachten (es hat sich zutiefst in mein Inneres eingebrannt!!!). Die Schauspielerische und musikalische Leistung in Bielefeld war natürlich wahnsinnig gut. Aber es war eben nicht unser Sandmann (auch wenn es anfänglich vielleicht so schien).

Nathanael war ein sehr ängstlicher Charakter (also noch mehr als es mir beispielsweise im Buch suggeriert wurde). Er kam mir sehr leise vor und hatte lange nicht so viel Power wie unser Nathanael (aber an der Stelle muss man ihm auch zugutehalten, dass ich ihn mit unser aller lovely boy Chrissy vergleiche (was sehr wahrscheinlich nicht fair ist but what can i do)).

Die Mutter hat sich in der Bielefeld-Inszenierung häufig in den Vordergrund gedrängt und kam mir manchmal ziemlich streng und gleichzeitig sehr bemutternd vor. Sie scheint an manchen Stellen fast mit Nathanael um die Aufmerksamkeit zu ringen. Die Mutter im Düsseldorfer Sandmann ist deutlich witziger und liebevoller. Sie scheint mir viel eher ein Team mit Nathanael zu bilden. Für Düsseldorf spricht ebenfalls: Rosa Enskat.

Den Vater im Bielefeld-Sandmann mochte ich nicht. Ich kann nichtmal genau festmachen woran es lag. Er war einfach nicht wie unser Papa, ich habe aber wie bereits erwähnt auch einfach sehr klare Erwartungen, die an dieser Stelle nicht erfüllt wurden.

Aus welchem Grund auch immer gab es außerdem 2 Sandmänner? Beide zusammen nicht annähernd so stark wie der eine den wir haben. Gesteppt haben sie allerdings phänomenal.

Bei Olympia hatte ich konstant Angst, dass sie sich sämtliche Knochen bricht und alle Bänder und Sehnen ihres Körpers reißt. Ich habe noch nie einen Menschen gesehen, der sich so bewegen konnte. Hammer!! Vor allem auch etwas ganz anderes als unsere Olympia, die ja eher unbeweglich erscheint.

Insgesamt wurde meiner Meinung nach auch zu viel Interpretation vorgegeben. Ich habe das Buch zum ersten Mal 2023 gelesen und versuche seitdem zu verstehen was was da passiert ist und vor allem was es mit mir gemacht hat. Mit der Zeit und dank Robert Wilson habe ich gelernt, dass ich es gar nicht verstehen muss. Ich darf es einfach lesen / ansehen, für Gut befinden und mir beim nächsten Mal ganz neue Gedanken machen. Die Inszenierung in Bielefeld hat mir allerdings einen Interpretationsansatz geliefert, den ich seitdem nicht mehr vergessen kann. Ob das nun so gut ist oder nicht weiß ich noch nicht.

Es stand zwar Robert Wilson drauf, so wirklich drin war er allerdings nicht. Vielleicht hätten sie besser etwas eigenes daraus machen sollen. Gerne auch mit den Songs von Anna Calvi. Aber dieser Versuch ein Wilson Stück zu sein, ohne es zu sein hat für mich einfach nicht so gut funktioniert. Die Kostüme zum Beispiel waren toll! Aber sie haben mich irgendwie mehr an Tim Burton erinnert und mir 0 den Wilson-Vibe gegeben. Das gleiche gilt für Maske und Bühnenbild. Auch das Verständnis die Wilson-Wiederholungen und die allgemeine Ausdrucksstärke des Sandmanns als Stück haben mir gefehlt.

Was ich ihnen aber lassen muss ist, dass ich endlich ein bisschen mehr von den Lyrics der Songs verstehen konnte. Da muss jemand am DHaus nochmal an der deutlichen Aussprache üben;)