Some Of You Are Doomed To Be

Dancing Appears Glamorous, Easy, Delightful. But The Path To Paradise Of The Achievement Is Not Easier Than Any Other. There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep. There Are Times Of Complete Frustration, There Are Daily Small Deaths.

I Believe That We Learn By Practice. Whether It Means To Learn To Dance By Practicing Dancing Or To Learn To Live By Practicing Living, The Principles Are The Same. In Each, It Is The Performance Of A Dedicated Precise Set Of Acts, Physical Or Intellectual, From Which Comes Shape Of Achievement, A Sense Of One's Being, A Satisfaction Of Spirit. One Becomes, In Some Area, An Athlete Of God. Practice Means To Perform, Over And Over Again In The Face Of All Obstacles, Some Act Of Vision, Of Faith, Of Desire. Practice Is A Means Of Inviting The Perfection Desired.

I've Relaxed My Feelings About Other Companies Performing My Works. I Have Never In Principle Been Against My Ballets Being Danced By Other Companies. Rather, It Is That We Lack The Time, Space And Money To Insure That They Are Done Well. To Me, The Only Sin Is Mediocrity.

All Things I Do Are In Every Woman. Every Woman Is Medea. Every Woman Is Jocasta. There Comes A Time When A Woman Is A Mother To Her Husband. Clytemnestra Is Every Woman When She Kills.

It Is Difficult To See The Great Dance Effects As They Happen, To See Them Accurately, Catch Them Fast In Memory. It Is Even More Difficult To Verbalize Them For Critical Discussion. The Particular Essence Of A Performance, Its Human Sweep Of Articulate Rhythm In Space And In Time Has No Specific Terminology To Describe It By.