A Defense of Poetry: Rewrite
Dancers,
according to the circumstance of the period and nation in which the surfaced,
were called, in the earlier era of the world, Angels of movement, or
commissioner of energy: a dancer fundamentally comprises and unites both these
characters. For us movers not only passionately possess the zeal of physical
expression, and deliver such emotions in a pure, authentic manner, but we
possess capture the tension felt between our bones, and the force is brought
upon the eye in a state that looks effortlessly angelic. Not that I claim all
dancers to be as holy as an angel in the sense that they cannot express the
darkest of emotions also, or that all dancers are restricted to only willingly
directing their actions to an ultimate upper power: such the display of superstition,
which would make a dancer limited to one field of expression, rather than
dancers being unbounded to any superior rule or guideline. A dancer
participates in the eternal, the infinite, and the anatomy of one; as far as
what is corresponding to our conceptions, inability, time and place are not.
The physical forms which express the frame of mind of time, and he differences
of persons, and the distinction of space, are adaptable with every classification
of movement without injuring the well-being of the body itself; and the choruses
of the book “Conditioning for Dance, “and the first teachings of Louis XIV of France (The Sun King) would more
than prove and be examples of this fact, if the limits of this essay did not
prevent operation.
Culture, form,
breath, expression, and the natural ability of human bodies, are all instruments
and materials of dance; they may be called dance but the dexterity it takes to
unite all these skills is not one gained over night. But dance is a more
physically straining sense of expression than poetry, language, painting, and
music, which are created with an art assertion that is more capable by the less
physical, whose bodies are less explored or worn, and the exhaustion from
athletic performances aren’t quite as intact. And this springs from the nature
itself of dance, which is more direct, physical representation of actions and
passions for life being declared through exercise, and is susceptible of more
diverse and tough combinations, than poetry, language, and painting. For dance
is expeditiously produced by the merge of imagination and movement and has
relations to athleticism with the arts; but all other materials, instruments,
tools are not as pure and classic as using the body itself, which our species
lives and thrives in. The breath is as the gods viewing an enchanted overwhelming
of emotions, the endurance is as Poseidon ruling the roaring sea, the tolerance
and patience of mastery like the Jack of all trades…
Dancers are the pharaohs
of a graphic, yet physical representation of inspiration; the endurance of a
God foreshadows genuine finesse; the breathe acting as a life source that
provides nutrients for our physique like the art of dance does, and if you feel
not what they inspire, a great deprivation has heaped upon you. The influence
that moves with the flow of the body and devotedly moves senses. Dancers are
the pure, silent instruments of the world.
