I had the pleasure of watching the opera Salome in Norfolk Virginia by the Virginia Opera. My seat was in the front row and off-set a few stage right from the center. Salome is an opera (drama) in one act after the poem of Oscar Wilde, music by Richard Strauss, first performed in 1905. As always Wikipedia has a nice article on the opera. A few of my favorite lines:
Ah ! I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood ? . . . But perchance it is the taste of love. They say that love hath a bitter taste. . . . But what of that ? what of that ? I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. ~Salome
and the repetitive interactions of Salome and Jokanaan. Here she compliments, he rejects, and she changes her tune, but only in so far as to openly mock him.
Salome
Jokanaan, I am amorous of thy body ! Thy body is white like the lilies of a field that the mower hath never mowed. Thy body is white like the snows that lie on the mountains, like the snows that lie on the mountains of Judaea, and come down into the valleys. The roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia are not so white as thy body. Neither the roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia, nor the feet of the dawn when they light on the leaves, nor the breast of the moon when she lies on the breast of the sea. . . . There is nothing in the world so white as thy body. Let me touch thy body.
Jokanaan
Back ! daughter of Babylon ! By woman came evil into the world. Speak not to me. I will not listen to thee. I listen but to the voice of the Lord God.
SALOME
Thy body is hideous. It is like the body of a leper. It is like a plastered wall where vipers have crawled; like a plastered wall where the scorpions have made their nest. It is like a whitened sepulchre full of loathsome things. It is horrible, thy body is horrible. It is of thy hair that I am enamoured, Jokanaan. Thy hair is like clusters of grapes, like the clusters of black grapes that hang from the vine-trees of Edom in the land of the Edomites. Thy hair is like the cedars of Lebanon, like the great cedars of Lebanon that give their shade to the lions and to the robbers who would hide themselves by day. The long black nights, the nights when the moon.
Costumes were relatively contemporary. Music, acting, singing, and especially set were very good. The set was interesting in that the floor, ceiling, and walls of a burnt out palace (seemingly reminding me of a worn torn contemporary Iraq) had a focal point that converged at an almost impossible close point. This gave the effect that one would be watching the opera through a wide angle lens!