I Want One Word On My Tombstone

Dancing Is Such A Despised And Dishonored Trade That If You Tell A Doctor Or A Laywer You Do Choreography He'll Look At You As If You Were A Hummingbird. Dancers Don't Get Invited To Visit People. It Is Assumed A Boy Dancer Will Run Off With The Spoons And A Girl With The Head Of The House.

The Universe Lies Before You On The Floor, In The Air, In The Mysterious Bodies Of Your Dancers, In Your Mind. From This Voyage No One Returns Poor Or Weary.

What Have We Got Here In America That We Believe We Cannot Live Without? We Have The Most Varied And Imaginative Bathrooms In The World, We Have Kitchens With The Most Gimmicks, We Have Houses With Every Possible Electrical Gadget To Save Ourselves All Kinds Of Trouble - All So That We Can Have Leisure. Leisure, Leisure, Leisure! So That We Don't Go Mad In The Leisure, We Have Color Tv. So That There Will Never, Never, Be A Moment Of Silence, We Have Radio And Muzak. We Can't Stand Silence, Because Silence Includes Thinking. And If We Thought, We Would Have To Face Ourselves.

Dance Constitutes A True Recapturing Of... Freedom And Childish Play.

To Make Up A Dance, I Still Need, As I Needed Then, A Pot Of Tea, Walking Space, Privacy And An Idea.