Ballet Is A Riddle Of Means And

At This Stage Of My Life I Would Rather Try And Have Some Small Impact Within A Company And Suffer Through Those Things Than Make Such A Big Stink That Nobody Can Trust To Work With You. It's Very Important In An Environment Of A Big Institution That People Don't Feel Threatened That You're Going To Expose Them In Any Way.

Classical Virtuosity Is More Than Technique, Line, Proportion, And Balance. It Is As If The Performer And Spectator Come Together To Hold In Their Hands A Bird With A Broken Wing. The Creature Can Be Felt To Stir, To Struggle For Freedom. Its Life Responds To Human Warmth; Its Wing Might Brush Your Check As It Flies Away.

The Voices Of Moral Authority In The Theatre Demanded Only Punctuality And Physical Performance. In The Light Of Continuing Pressure And Stress, The Occasional Lip Service Paid To Moderation Was Meaningless. Starvation And Poisoning Were Not Excesses, But Measures Taken To Stay Within The Norm.

Ballet Is A Riddle Of Means And Ends.

The Dance Goes On Forever. So Shall I. So Shall We.