mixed bag. mostly comes from an idealy antique notion of bodies which is rubbish, and a vocabularly of movement which is rubbish. Most of the dancers and artistic directors would like to do more reasonable art, but can't sell it to stupid farts who want to see yet again that swan dragged across the stage like a shopping cart with a bad wheel. Lovely!! Enchanting!! um. Anyone who doesn't want to fuck a good dancer is gay, or, wait, if you're a guy and if the dancer is a guy, and you don't, then you're not-gay, or, whatever, you do the math, I have a headache.

My 7 year old boy taught me how to enjoy it, though. At the end of every showoffy bit of fluff just shout BALLET! at the top of your lungs. It's fun. You'll like it.

I grew up on modern, with a modern dancer who can choreograph anyone who can move into a clear and evocative thing about something. The ballet crowd hates good dance for reasons I can't fathom. You can't please them unless they know they're supposed to like it, and it fits their fantasy of themselves as cultured aristocrats. They are in the precise sense of ther word, retarded. I'm proud I met Hanya Holm, and the admirable Bella Lewitski. The life of a dancer per se is usually shorter than the life of the person who used to dance. It's sad people won't watch their dances, because then they are gone. All that effort and beauty lost in the wind. You can't really record it it in any way. Catch up.

   Ballet. Is it just me, or have you met 5 to 7 broken ballerinas for every one who can still do it? What does that say about a cruel and stupid art? And most of them look like marionettes compared to our retired Helen Star, whose hands had a quality like a silent film heroine. Her heels were crippled, and people said she was too old to play Juliet--as if they were at a Zefferelli film or something. I feel that people are generally just too stupid for dance as an art form, they don't get it, and they don't deserve it.