The Power Of The Past

You Cannot Write To Resonate Twenty Or Thirty Or Forty Years From Now. You Only Can Write For That Very Day, But Whatever Happens Is All Gravy.

And It Is Always Easter Sunday At The New York City Ballet. It Is Always Coming Back To Life. Not Even Coming Back To Life - It Lives In The Constant Present.

However, The Moral Center Of New York City, I Believe, Is The New York City Ballet.

People Rewrite The Play So Much To Make It Palatable To The Audience, To Make Something Clear, That They Just Deaden It. Like It Was Left It In The Oven Too Long.

I Think That Every Year That The New York City Ballet Is Alive Is Worthy Of Celebration. Because Otherwise The Terrible Thing Is Just That We Take It For Granted.