"If a dancer dances – which is not the same as having theories about dancing or wishing to dance or trying to dance or remembering in his body someone else’s dance – but if the dancer dances, everything is there.
. . Our ecstasy in dance comes from the possible gift of freedom, the exhilarating moment that this exposing of the bare energy can give us. What is meant is not license, but freedom..."
/Merce Cunningham/
2014. november 10., hétfő
Stoppolás
Örültél volna, ha mint egy jóféle cérna, elkapom a szemet, ami felszaladt a combodon. Te akartad, most már hiába stoppolod, felszaladt és nem a harisnya bánja. Céda.
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