went out tonight
to see the new paul taylor piece

along with esplanade
which remains among the most beautiful things I've ever seen

phantasmagoria
brings half a dozen different things into the frame

and lets them sort of collide
except collisions break things

whereas what happens here
is an absolute harmony

in which the old yeats question
becomes totally incomprehensible

it's tremendous
but esplanade

man
I'm pretty sure that's one of the greatest things ever attempted by anyone

I've seen it twice now
and I like vivaldi & all

but I think you could perform this piece
without any music at all

and I'd still end up in the same condition
awed

wrecked
shouting with joy

I knew but didn't know
a guy who shot himself last summer

I feel like somewhere in esplanade
is the truth that would liberate the suicides

we all grow up
and endure partings that separate us from more things than one

our younger selves
our sense of play

the spectre of some internal divorce
from the self that makes us who we are

looms
and threatens to capture us in spreading shadow

we can't let that happen
we have to feel everything as deeply as we can

let it run through us
and then having taken in

as much as we can
leap into the air

with our friends by our sides
and if not with friends

then with the audience before us
knowing they're there

whether we can see them or not
in the often

blinding
glare of the footlights