Very fouffy those air cards and no help at all today trying to align my writing assignments with my bills. Fled the scene instead of waiting one more minute to hear from editors and relatives to the gorgeous autumn awaiting. Back and recharged in time to hear Dizzy Gillespie and his All Stars on the radio and I was ready for theater week- Love’s Labour Lost, Rabbit Hole, The Long Christmas Ride Home, Chad Diety and Angels in America await.
spirit card of the elemental tarot
‘I am the utterance of my name’
The winged ascent suspended
by four corners of reason
senses grafted to spirit
consumes its own tail
triangles of fire earth air water
clamp the viper into place.
‘Jumala’ 9 of air
The red deer is slain
in the blue open nightfield
as four shama turn from
the sacrifice and
bow before the temples in the
crystal mountain ridges
hidden beyond the thunder is the
Masque of creativity
crowned with a utopian rainbow.
Nasty business that last bit. I must stick to my Cheney doesn’t exist fantasy. Easy to forget morally bankrupt crashing bores..
..on a day like today when it finally feels like fall in Philadelphia and trotting through Rittenhouse Square on my way to the Academy for PABallet’s Theme and Variations program with Matt Neenan’s premiere.
T & V is one of Balanchine’s homage’s to Russian classical, with a 20th century aesthetic. It highlights exacting geometry and viruosic solos. It is also packed with technical demands, all while the ensemble has to float on Tchaikovsky’s dramaturg. It can look brittle if unison work is too static or the romantic subtext ignorned.
PAB’s corp de ballet, the men and especially the women, danced with clarity and suppleness.
Ran into former dancer Phil Colluci looking great in Boss, he’s an intern at Penn now working specifically on new computer diagnostic tech for muscular-skeletal theraphies. He brings his special knowledge about extreme motion stress not only as a ballet dancer with killer attack but as a black belt in karate.