THE MAIDEN’S DANCE FROM THE RITE OF SPRING, BY PINA BAUSCH

Posted: June 14, 2014 in Chat
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And she took down her pants on the dark dance floor

a shimmer of white in the ultraviolet

around her ankles, hobbling her dance

and glide. Then the other girls did also:

provocative, yes; but nothing more.

Boys with their blood up, watched from the side

dangerous, brimful of what just might

happen. And if the girls faltered, and if by chance

one ran, then the pack would also.

The boys all grab and want on the dance floor.

 

But the girls took the rhythm down, slow.

For the boys Cool was to hold back, play

the brag and swagger right up to the line,

pushy for more. The frontier of tease.

The dance rhythm was blood rhythm, touch and go.

How that night it would be easy. Or maybe not so:

the week was played out there, the weight of each day,

its frustrations, insults,  and the blind

confusion of it all. The night on its knees

in the beat of the moment: break it, or let it go.

 

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Pina Baush (1940-2009):

 

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