I Think Of The New York City

I'm Sure There Are Some Good Dramaturgs But I've Never Worked With One.

You Can't Be A Sort Of Pioneer.

I Am The Same Artist With The Same Nagging Questions I Had In My Early 20's. What's Real And What Isn't? How Do We Tell What's Real In Our Lives? How Do We See Things As They Are? What Is My Role In Life? If The Signature Hadn't Forced The Issue By Devoting Its Season To My Plays, I Could At Least Believe I Had Changed. Really, They're All The Same! What Is Six Degrees Of Separation But The House Of Blue Leaves With Money?

New Orleans Was A Thrilling Place Of All Kinds Of Races, It Was A Dangerous Place. It Was Really And Truly The Only International City On The Continent Of North America. There Were All Different Races And Everything Was Celebrated, And It Was A Place Of Difference, And Everybody Was Different And It Was So Odd, The Minute That America Took Over, The Minute That The Louisiana Territory Became Part Of The United States Of America, Instantly You Were Either Black Or White. There Was No Nuance. And So A Free Man Of Color Who Could Own Property Was Suddenly Not Allowed To.

I Think That Every Year That The New York City Ballet Is Alive Is Worthy Of Celebration. Because Otherwise The Terrible Thing Is Just That We Take It For Granted.