I Studied The Way I Danced- To

Ours Is An Upbeat, A Hurried, Hasty Beat. It Keeps Pressing Us To Go Farther, To Include Everything So That We Can Savor Everything, So That We Can Know Everything, So That We Will Miss Nothing. Partly It's Greed, But Mainly Its Curiosity. We Just Want To Experience It. And We Do.

But Remember That Intent Is Everything. One Does Not Just Jump, One Lifts Into The Air, One Rises. In The Same Way The Lifted Leg Of An Arabesque Becomes A Wing, And Not A Mechanical Leverage Like A Raised Trap Door. This Is The Precise Difference Between Dancing And Acrobatics. The Dancer Tries To Express Something; The Acrobat Merely Pulls, Raises, Stretches And Grinds. The Acrobat Is Lost In A Web Of Muscles The Dancer Is All But Invisible In Projected Idea.

Find The Passion. It Takes Great Passion And Great Energy To Do Anything Creative. I Would Go So Far As To Say You Can't Do It Without That Passion.

Great Artists Can Be Uncertain. Of Course They Are While Strugggling To Find Solutions. Tolstoi's Scripts Are Almost Indecipherable. Emily Dickinson Provided Four Or More Alternates For Every Word; Beethoven Wrestled With Endings To The Point Of Exhaustion; In Our Day Jerome Robbins And His Lack Of Decision Are A Byword In The Dance Profession. But All Of These Knew Very Well What They Did Not Want, And What They Did Not Want Was The Current Coin, The Well-worn Usage. What They Wanted Was Something Newly Experienced, And Therefore Unknown And Hard To Attain.

Then I Did The Simplest Thing In The World. I Leaned Down... And Kissed Him. And The World Cracked Open.