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| Isadora Duncan
Any intelligent woman who reads the marriage contract and then goes into it, deserves all the consequences. Art is not necessary at all. all that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love – to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved. I had learned to have a perfect nausea for the theatre: the continual repetition of the same words and the same gestures, night after night, and the caprices, the way of looking at life, and the entire rigmarole disgusted me. If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in dancing it. It seems to me monstrous that anyone should believe that the jazz rhythm expresses america. Jazz rhythm expresses the primitive savage. My motto – sans limites. People do not live nowadays. They get about ten percent out of life. Perhaps he was a bit different from other people, but what really sympathetic person is not a little mad? So long as little children are allowed to suffer, there is no true love in this world. So that ends my first experience of matrimony, which I always thought a highly over-rated performance. The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul. The finest inheritance you can give to a child is to allow it to make its own way, completely on its own feet. The first essential in writing about anything is that the writer should have no experience of the matter. The only dance masters I could have were Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Walt Whitman and Nietzsche. The real American type can never be a ballet dancer. The legs are too long, the body too supple and the spirit too free for this school of affected grace and toe walking. We may not all break the Ten Commandments, but we are certainly all capable of it. Within us lurks the breaker of all laws, ready to spring out at the first real opportunity. What one has not experienced, one will never understand in print. With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood. You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. |
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