Sometimes It's Blood Memory... Not The Blood

The Reason Dance Has Held Such An Ageless Magic For The World Is That It Has Been The Symbol Of The Performance Of Living.

Dance Is A Song Of The Body. Either Of Joy Or Pain.

It Is Difficult To See The Great Dance Effects As They Happen, To See Them Accurately, Catch Them Fast In Memory. It Is Even More Difficult To Verbalize Them For Critical Discussion. The Particular Essence Of A Performance, Its Human Sweep Of Articulate Rhythm In Space And In Time Has No Specific Terminology To Describe It By.

I Don't Think In Art There Is Ever A Precedent; Each Moment Is A New One And Terrifying And Threatening And Bursting With Hope.

Sometimes It's Blood Memory... Not The Blood Your Mother And Father Gave You... But That Which Stretches Back Two Or Three Thousand Years.