Montelago has always been a land of fire, where men drowse, revive, recount tales around the bonfire. The lights go off, the flames are lit. Again this year, we’d like to give more space to the night Sun, making it a call to arms. The Fire Circle is a space dedicated to every stoker, juggler, Balrog and kerosene druid of the world. During the night from Friday into Saturday, to the rhythms of Lumacorni and the Bukurosh Balkan Orkestra, a collective performance will illuminate the alpine plains. Also stoking the flames will be fire artists with their breathtaking acrobatics from the companies La Zandella, Mercenaries of the East, and Clan Carantos.
Participation is open to all. If you want to take part, write to us at firstname.lastname@example.org for more details.
At the center was the fire. Smoky odours spread all around, hissing away from the burning stumps of sorb. The sooty haze was charged with the scent of wild boar. Sacrificial victims had been roasted and the purification banquet would begin soon.
At the center was the fire, the Sun on earth. Bright, ablaze, healer. Beasts and men went through it to heal their ills, burning away maladies and curses. Ashes were scattered in the fields and on the hips of women, stimulating their fertility. Flames forged the frames of the Celts gathered here. At the end of the ceremony, each one would leave carrying a scorched branch, their own Sun, a hearth for the home.
The fire was the center, its crackling snapping like fingers to mark the rhythm of the encircling dances. Bards intoned ancient verses and Druids, somewhat removed, recited arcane formulas in whispers. Beers intoxicated their minds, blurred with spirit. Demons and gods thus made their appearance in the night illuminated by flames and the moon. Beltain, Lugnasad, Shamain: from the fire emanated all the sacred ills of the world, redeeming them.
To the rhythms of Lumacorni and the Bukurosh Balkan Orkestra.