Strip
“No matter the power of the arms, the shoulders have to bear the burden and support the arms. You see the shape there, distracting if overdeveloped and hindering the line if overlooked. It is fragile and essential for the danseur to make the ballerina appear to float through a supported grand jété, suspended about his head in a pressage or lifted throughout a pas de chat or any of a million moments the hands touch the body. A shoulder is there to fall upon, swing from, roll on or cry upon.
First it was love I sought, then I settled for admiration, then some attention and as a result, soon I wanted anyone. Some are fulfilled on the stage, even in the wings, but I carried my needs, kicking and screaming, out the stage door. I was dying for something. You’ve seen my type in the cafés, eyes searching, saying, Notice me for Christ’s sake. Unfortunately, this kind of behaviour snagged me an English-French transplant student from Winnipeg living in the Old Town, who saw me strip and the...n days later followed me home from the bus stop.MoreLess
First it was love I sought, then I settled for admiration, then some attention and as a result, soon I wanted anyone. Some are fulfilled on the stage, even in the wings, but I carried my needs, kicking and screaming, out the stage door. I was dying for something. You’ve seen my type in the cafés, eyes searching, saying, Notice me for Christ’s sake. Unfortunately, this kind of behaviour snagged me an English-French transplant student from Winnipeg living in the Old Town, who saw me strip and the...n days later followed me home from the bus stop.MoreLess
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