I went to a dance recital tonight with my newly established obsession about post-humanity and was struck by how much the dancing embodied the machine and the sensual appetites and how little much of it embodied reason in the Christian and classical sense.
Ballet seems to have served as a transition. The movements are so remarkably graceful and elegant. Then you see the Infernal Dance of Stravinsky or the modern dance and you are struck by the lack of grace and elegance. Extraordinary versatility and coordination, yes, but not much grace.
It’s depressing. We’re brought up to be sophisticated animals driven by their appetites. I’m writing too late to refine this thought, but wanted simply to note the concern. Others know music much better than I, but even I can see grace when it swims in my tears. Watching little five year old girls practice for the burlesque is always disturbing to me.
