Saturday, March 1, 2014

Ballet


Sometimes when I watch a ballet, something happens. 

Set, costume, character, and story begin to dissolve. In place of those things, something else begins to appear: a bodily flowing of syntax as such, a wordless gesturing of semantics as such.

It's like staring into a moving x-ray of embodied language. It's like staring into a mystical kaleidoscope of symbolic speaking.

That dissolving and appearing comes and goes, comes and goes. It's a fickle state of mind and won't stick. It's an episodic abstract delirium. 

And other times when I watch a ballet, I just watch the ballet.



2 comments:

  1. For me, the wordless narrative sometimes evaporates. In its place is a mobile phantasmagoria of personified linguistic structural elements. I probably have an undiscovered-by-science mental illness. :)

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