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Thursday, December 02, 2004
Modern Dance = Porn for Aesthetes. That's the best equation I could come up with to kind of explain it to myself. The special ladyfriend, showing me her world of art, brought a videotaped rehearsal over yesterday.
In figuring it out, I thought to myself that it was kind of like a moving sculpture, painting and more all brought into one. If portrayals of the human body are achievements of beauty in art, well then the actual body doing actual movement would seem to be a relative aesthetic overload.
That's all I've got, in my oaf's view of the high-culture world. Maybe I'll read some dance criticism so I can toss in a few humdingers of the literature's terminology for future dispatches.
Steven I. Weiss 11:11:00 AM
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