Debris

This blog consists of short comments on the ever fading glories of England. It does not relate to other members of the UK, Scotland, Wales and the loosely affiliated Northern Ireland. Ah England nation of drunks, sluts, debtors and fools. We sail around in circles for the Captain has no charts, The sails they are in tatters as we head for foreign parts, The Captain gets his orders from the masters of misrule*, We're sailing off the coast of France on board the ship of fools. * The USA

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

* Dancing to the music.
The BBC had a program, behind the scenes at the Royal Ballet Company followed by Giselle in full. It became obvious that ballet is really a religious order of the old kind. The postulants are recruited at an extremely early age, under go many extreme disciplines and the goal is a sublime transcendental experience that few can know or understand. In addition it is forged through fire. Forget your dan brown Opus Dei in the Da Vinci Code they're amateurs, these people know pain. Darcy Bussell is also a stunner apart from being a most talented dancer. Far from the image of fit people that dance they appear to be fit people in pain who dance and are covered in local anaesthetics when they perform. This is the closest art gets to religion.
Watching the sublime beauty of the Ballet Giselle we are aware that it emerges from a world of pain for which the majority get paid very little and is only bearable through intense devotion. Excellent people all, but they can be a trifle bitchy.

Labels:

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home