compared2what? wrote:OP ED wrote:I do not dance.
May I please, please ask you anyway? You can reject me in stony silence, or with a snarl as you prefer. That almost qualifies as dance of a certain kind by itself.
Below, my honest first response to the question posed by the thread, which I went to a lot of trouble to suppress. Despite which, I love it truly and consider it to be not only a conduit to the sublime, but one of exceptional beauty. It just fukken made me cranky that it was the answer my subconscious immediately supplied when asked to what tune it danced.
So. Just my opinion. But if you ask me, parents might not want to introduce their little girls to the strong magic of such great art imbued with such dark portent when they are really still much too little to draw a hard line between who they are and what they experience. That's all I have to say on the subject and anyway, I now must go hold my breath until my face turns blue.
Meanwhile, YouTube will be offering dance that could not be more beautiful to me than if it it had arrived in my subconscious via a direct link to the dreams of ancient gods:
Prokofiev's Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene 2, choreographed for the Royal Ballet by the late Sir Kenneth MacMillan.
I sat through all 9:46 of that, btw. Even though I consider R&J to be an [relatively] inferior Shakespearean composition from a purely literary point of view. That's how much i like you.
I have been coerced/subverted into dancing for other peoples' amusement before. Mostly to appease [former] girlfriends.
The music I enjoy does not inspire me to move, rather it compells my stillness. I derive no pleasure from movement to noise, personally. Watching dance, on the other hand, is something I can perceive the art in, even if it doesn't individually affect me in that way.
I have a rather, um, fiery friend, who digs Circe du Soleil, so I've seen them do their half-dance performance circus art a dozen times, and I generally found it less than excruciating.
Of course, just because my ass never feels the urge to move to outdated funk beats doesn't mean I don't appreciate them. I always hear them in my head when I'm out walking the streets.
I'm just too cool to let it affect me. 
Annie:
You know, that Butoh does remind me of an LSD/DXM/SVD trip I had once where some evil person took photographs of me doing TAICHI. it looked something like that, on account of my being skinny, nearly naked, bald, and covered in body paint. something like that.
Barracuda. There are no words.
Love is Law,
SCHR
Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 12:22 pm
