This is the very first post of "Blisters and Balanchine: blog posts of an American ballet student". This blog will be about my classes, new blisters, crazy teachers, summer intensives, auditions and expensive leotards I can only dream of having!
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~Karen
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Enjoy!
Follow. Comment. Peace.
~Karen
So, are non-ballerinas allowed?
ReplyDeleteOf course!
Deletemy poem i wrote for you: its called "wax wings" its genius, plus its about a man so its not u, here it is:
ReplyDeleteWax Wings
First a toast to the past
Liquidy preference
Then the frolics of a bubbly Balanchine
At a midnight in Paris
All the city’s a stage
In the midst of the sea of humanity
A Boschscape of Vows, song and flesh
The movements between the notes
Those with African lilt
Who burn the midnight oil
He is a twenties memory
An old mill’s second wind
The seeds of promise
Alas
System in disarray
He who was laced with hope
Fall of the wild
Narrow the gap!
Such sweet sorrow
Steady the complaint box
Behold the anonymous downtrodden
In their own words, a sphere of influence
Culture warrior looks to broaden the battle
Defying gravity
A different kind of paradise