#igor stavinsky

Listen,

As the wise woman speaks

Prognostication of propitiation

Divide

Divide

Your groups

Encircle each other

an Ouroboros

Doubled

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Throw yourself like those of plague

You are not cursed,

Not immolated by St. Anthony’s Fire,

You were chosen by some twisted choice

Of Fate Herself

Dew dappled on the fresh grass

Mixed with the red of young blood

Like Persephone’s anabasis,

See basic bitches lose their fucking minds; allot for mercy in these present temps— count and divide. (C'un va à onze!) Bassoon rasps aside, que penses-tu pour la dance, ou es-tu un Philistin? Jetée, jetée

et tomber. Spin and flail and dip and round; tournée, step and step and step-step. Pause-two.

Pliée. (shavasana) Light as a fée— animal instinct mass-steria—(swoon) stiff as a board! Bang, bang, bang goes the tom, say, what can be lost if it's never found, if knowing is danger? If takes all rinds or limit us.—Mais comment je ce m'habille, nous avons peur. Modern is how to be.

Igor Stravinsky, 1946

Soundtrack Posts- December

Maria Tallchief (✝ April 11 2013) compares the audience reaction after Firebird performance at NYC Ballet with a touch down at a stadium.

Edited interview with Maria Tallchief about George Balanchine's »Firebird« which he choreographed for her and the New York City ballet in 1949.