Really, the only true ballet moments are with the Fairy Godmother, the Four Seasons and the Twelve Stars (who warn Cinderella that midnight is approaching). It's just a different style of ballet.

It will be worth it for the audience to read the synopsis.

Yeah, you've gotta really put it in there, Jacob.

Another fascinating aspect, ... is that it can be a completely different ballet depending on who's dancing it. It's so simple but it's so revealing, and it can tell such completely different stories.

This summer, I am taking the tall tree route and visiting farmers. Standing in the shadow of their ancient branches and feeling what it's like to travel back in time. It takes my breath away!

Classic Ballet,

Keep away, keep building your creaky fairy castles, keep cloning clones and meaningless manners, hang on to your beanstalk ballerinas and their midget male shadows, run yourself out of business with your tons of froufrou and costly clattery toe shoes that ruin all chances for illusions of lightness, keep on crowding the minds of blind balletomanes who prefer dainty poses to the eloquent strength of momentum, who have forgotten or never known the manings of gesture, who would nod their noses to barefoot embargos ("so grab me" spelt backwards). Continue to repolish your stiff technique and to ignore a public that hungers for something other than a bag of tricks and the empty-headedness of surface patterns.

Just keep it up, keep imitating yourself, and, , go grow your own dance makers. Come on, don't keep trying to filter modern ones through your so-safe extablishment. We're to be seen undiluted, undistorted, not absorbed by your hollow world like blood into a sponge.

Yours truly,
A Different Leaf on Our Family Tree