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Bondage Ballet – The Rite of Spring in Red Shoes The photo is of Degas' Dance Class 1871 I’ve always adored watching ballet, almost all dance really. It stems from my love of music. Responding to music with movement is such a natural human action. To refine this with artistic creativity and discipline yields something so beautiful to witness. I’ve attended countless ballets and other dance performances. I’ve composed music for a dance company. I look deeper into my interest in it. A serious artist or someone completely immersed in their career should recognize themselves in it immediately. I do. I naturally enjoy looking at women and to see them moving to music, well, it seems self explanatory. It’s enhanced by the creativity of a talented choreographer all of which is refined through constant study and discipline. It begins with seeing the beauty of it and wanting to be it. The process of becoming it requires sacrifice, the most intense submission to it. From the moment a dancer begins training, she begins surrendering more and more of herself to it because she loves it with all her heart. She uses herself for the beauty of the art. It’s an ultimate sacrifice. Serious dancers give themselves completely to it. The classes are physically and mentally grueling. It's psychological bondage in its purest form. I’ve accompanied classes and observed them closely. Once the class begins, you’ll never see a group of women be more serious. Their discipline is unrivaled. They stretch themselves beyond their limits. They dance beyond the pain and injuries. They literally torture themselves to rise to the top for solo opportunities. They know their career will be short lived because their bodies will give out usually before their thirties so they’re on a time crunch to succeed. They know there’s no money in it. The competition is fearsome. Humility is the order of the day. You can see their emotions and disappointment when they fail. It’s the ultimate labor of love and most of them carry it with them for a lifetime, far beyond when their bodies give out. After technique classes and rehearsals usually six days a week, not to mention all the performances, they often go to the gym to work out and believe it or not, go out dancing! They’re not alone in this devotion but it’s not that common to see such passion and dedication to someone or something. It’s submission in its most profound form. Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring and Hans Christian Andersen's The Red Shoes paint the portrait of a girl dancing herself to death. I don’t think of it as dancing herself to death. I see it as giving her all to something she completely loves.  |
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i love this post. i've never been dedicated to anything in my life~ enough to give it my all, and whether it's not in me to give, or that i haven't found the one thing to be true to...is unknown. thank you. ~b all the world is birthday cake, so take a piece but not too much~ George H.
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Thank you cookie. I believe many people never find that one thing that compels them to give it everything they have. I think everyone has it inside them but it takes a catalyst to draw it out.
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Thank you rose. I hope you have the opportunity to fully invest in your writing again. Yes, I spent many years sacrificing for music. In college, I was well known for staying in the music building and practicing long past closing hours by students, faculty and the campus police! At one time I had a girlfriend who grabbed my appointment book from me and wrote in a three day block "I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY GIGS" because I was working constantly, between one to three performances a day seven days a week maybe having one day off per month. I stopped all of it a year after she left me for someone else while I was traveling with a band. That was my wake up call it wasn't for me. There are only a few men in it compared to the amount of women. Many of the male dancers I observed closely in those classes never exhibited the love for it that the women did. That's my personal observation. On the other hand, I must mention one male dancer I've seen in my life that was so amazing I can hardly describe it. He exhibited all the grace of the greatest ballerinas in history as well as great strength. His love for it was so clear and everyone in the audience new it from the moment he appeared.
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kitty, I see greed especially as well as pride and envy. It's also about vanity in its most extreme form. I think it's also about selfishness. It parallels the idea of selling one's soul to the devil. In the end, she's redeemed and goes to heaven.
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