7.20.2009


as we age, we carry more and more weight on our shoulders. can we ever be so curious and innocent again as we were when we were children? i'd like to think so.

7.18.2009

the reform of consciousness consists only in enabling the world to clarify its consciousness, in waking it from its dream about itself, in explaining to it the meaning of its own actions.

karl marx

maybe he was dancing for a reason--to show that dance can be done anywhere, anyplace, by anyone. perhaps he knew that people would stare and probably laugh at him, but some of those who watched would feel a little part of their heart open up to the beauty of the world. or maybe he lives in his own world. it makes me happy either way.

7.14.2009


the truest expression of a people is its dances and its music. bodies never lie.

agnes de mille


once upon a time, i, chang tzu, dreamt i was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. i was conscious only of following my fancies as a butterfly, and was conscious of my individuality as a man. suddenly, i awoke, and there i lay, myself again. now i do not know whether i was then a man dreaming i was a butterfly, or whether i am now a butterfly dreaming i am a man.

chang tzu

my great-grandmother, my mom, and i