" dancas"
Sorry, there is dilletante dodgy chubby Alexei lite, dancin' for cash and fake ' love'
And attention.
But there is read dancin' to the death...
Or life.
alone, in the dark predawn
Because actual " simplified" mode of To Bea or Not To ....
If you dont get your dance choreographed to the nearest condensation drop... or used or as yet whole eggshell...
Never mind the ( yuckword) zen of everything has a choreographed essential footfallen resting place
you die
or at least cannot conceivably keep the show on the road..
and also waste money... and i mever wish to not be in the bottom 1%
( nothing new, twenty years of young adulthood every hand, or rather shoulder, movement mattering....life and death..... and far too many switches... just a few, is far more being really alive)
but how does one explain to a non mothrrtongueate.... the so many levels of nuance in real art like that... a commentary on the then-contemporary
so complex
things said, but not said...
Such as " in 30 years or more your flags and lapdogs will still be parading and pirouetting, your industrially complex military..... paradigm,... all over the SW peninsula.... as thats what it IS... that is the ' economy' .... and there will be a load of girlwimmin, and their unreconstructed Brideshead men pulling their strings, from under their more boho reconstructed summerstrawhats.... or surfie vans.... pretending, something else..."