Dance
LETTER FROM MANHATTAN: Death Takes A Holiday
By Nancy DalvaAt the Rose Theater last August, where again Mark Morris was part of Lincoln Center’s Mostly Mozart Festival, I saw a dance for the first time; a dance for the second time; and a dance for the third time. Together, they painted a portrait of the artist both overarching and magisterial, if in his particular thumb-your-nose version of magisteriality.
2 KILOS OF SEA (After Deganit Shemy)
By Christine HouChristine Hou is a poet and arts writer living in Brooklyn.
Increasingly More Movements For L.
By Patricia MilderI understand why the person next to me drooled all over his shirt, nodding off like so many in the audience. More Mouvements für Lachenmann wasn’t exactly entertaining. It required a certain amount of austerity on the part of the viewer—while prompting a few embarrassing attempts at physical showmanship by its performers.
US-THEM|THEM-US
By Siobhan BurkeAudience. Performer. One can’t exist without the other. Why, then, the stubborn boundary between the two?
A Review of "Traces" (in comic strip form)
By Jeremy FinchA creation of the Montreal-based circus company The Seven Fingers, "Traces" was a heartracing and throughly entertaining evening filled with youthful charm and some serious acrobatic skills.
