Merce Cunninham on Dancing
You must love the daily work.
Merce Cunningham on Dancing:
You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that fleeting moment when you feel alive. It is not for unsteady souls.
I was looking out the window one morning and there were several children out there. They were skipping and running about playing like, little kids, and I suddenly realised they were dancing, you could call it dancing, and yet it wasn’t dancing; I thought it was marvellous. There was no music.
Joy, love, fear, anger humour, all can be “made clear” by images familiar to our eyes. And all are grand or meagre depending on the eye of the beholder. What to some is splendid entertainment to others is merely tedium and fidgets; what to some seems barren, to others is the very essence of heroic. And the art is not the better of the worse.
Clarity is the lowest form of poetry, and language. Like all else in our lives is always changing. Our emotions are constantly being propelled by some new face in the sky, some new rocket to the moon, some new sound to the ear, but they are the same emotions.