It’s beautiful to look at. Very consciously so. In order to achieve that beauty, you have to sell your soul. You have to allow yourself to be formed by other people. You have to accept the notion of competition and that only one can be the best. You have to allow yourself to be taken over by the whole history of the dance—- or rather, you are taken over, even if you don’t know what it is—how it is the history of inherited power. It is the history of monarchy.
What you are required to do to your body is inhuman. Ballet demands more than any other dance, and if you don’t give it, they won’t let you do it. There are so many injuries that come of bending your body far beyond where it wants to go. That is how you pay your dues. That is where you give up your soul.
It’s a combination of those things and more. I’m not denigrating it. I don’t want my daughter to do it, and she took one class and understood already that it was wrong for her. Later on, she saw it again, and instinctually understood the things I’ve been talking about. But then, she was raised in a home with alternatives. In many places, ballet and modern are pretty much it. Their philosophy is all that people can learn.
THere are other forms of dance with very different philosophies. Philosophies of empowerment and creativity and spirituality. But not everyone has access to them, and even if they do, they may not understand the difference because they have bought into the culture of ballet.
I think that most people, if given a choice, would not choose ballet. But most little girls don’t get a choice. Ballet is it. Ballet is what dance is. If that’s all you know, and if you love it, that’s great. Better not to know what else there is, and how your body can be free and your soul can be free.
Probably these words don’t even make sense. It’s hard to talk about it because words don’t make sense. The world of dance happens in a physical space and thinks using a body mind that doesn’t have words. But it is the best I can do.
I danced last night. I’m 56 and carry 50 pounds too many and yet my energy had a huge influence on the evening. It’s because when I move, there is no thought. I have the impulse and I give into the impulse and follow it where it leads. People use words like “authentic” or “playful” and maybe some others I don’t remember when they try to describe what I do. It’s not balletic, at all. Completely untrained in any classical sense. But because of where I am coming from, what I do has a power others don’t usually have. Even weirder, when I dance, the power of the dance allows me to do things I can’t do. All the aches and pains and weight of my body somehow disappears somewhere during the course of the evening, and I forget all that. I become the movement. No thought. Just movement.
I do love to watch ballet. But I’d never want to be a ballet dancer. I’m not a dancer at all, really. But I move. I surely move.