You Can't Kind Of Take Away, You

And It Is Always Easter Sunday At The New York City Ballet. It Is Always Coming Back To Life. Not Even Coming Back To Life - It Lives In The Constant Present.

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?

People Rewrite The Play So Much To Make It Palatable To The Audience, To Make Something Clear, That They Just Deaden It. Like It Was Left It In The Oven Too Long.

The Imagination Says Listen To Me. I Am Your Darkest Voice. I Am Your 4 A.m. Voice. I Am The Voice That Wakes You Up And Says This Is What I'm Afraid Of. Do Not Listen To Me At Your Peril.... The Imagination Is Not Our Escape. On The Contrary, The Imagination Is The Place We Are All Trying To Get To.

Ballet Is Always About The Realm Of Possibilities, The Realm Of What The Human Body Can Do, What The Human Spirit Can Do. And It's About Listening, It's About Listening To Remarkable Music And How We Respond To That.