Modern Dancers Give A Sinister Portent About

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.

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

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.

No White Man Uses His Feet The Way An Indian Does. He Talks To The Earth.

Ballet Technique Never Becomes Easy, It Becomes Possible